Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-03-25

please t. be so good ez t. show de ole
main whuh de W'ite Caips Is done
shoot Marse Hawkliss?"
Here was where it Happened, Uncle
Zen," answered Wiley, leading him for
ward. Here is the STAIN"
Xenophon bent over the spot on the
sand, making little odd noises in his
throat. Then he painfully resumed
his former position. "Dass his blood" !"
he said in the same gentle, Quavering
tone. "Dass my bes' frien' whut lay
on de groun' whay yo' staind, gelmun.
Dass whuh dey laid i'm, an dass whuh
he lie," the old negro continued. "Dey
shot i'm in de fiel's. Dey amt shot i'm
heah. Yondeh dey druggen i'm. but
dis whuh he lie" He bent over again.
then knelt groaningly and placed his
hand on the stain, one would have
said, as a man might place his hand
over heart to see if it still beat. He
was motionless, with the air Of heark-
ening.
"Marse, honey, is you gomez? He
raised his voice as If calling. "Is yo'
gone, suh-marse?'
He looked up at the circle about him,
ard then, still kneeling, not taking his
hand from the sand. seeming to wait
for a sign to listen for voice, he said:
"Whafo' yo' gelmun think de good
Lawd summon Marse HawkliSS? kase
lie de mos fittes'? You know. dat man
he ketch me in de cole night, wintuh
'fo' lais.' stealin' is wood. You know
whut he done t de ole thief? TEX an
bull up big fiah cen ole Zen shainty.
Say: Hep yo'se'f, an welcome. Reck.
OH you hongry. too. ain you. Keno
pbon? TEX an feed me, tex an tex
keer O me ev' since. All pump de bath
full in de mawn. mex is bed, pull de
weeds out'n de front walk; daSs all.
He tex me in. When All ask i'm ain
he 'fraid keep ole thief he say, jesse:
'Dass all my fault. Nenophon; ought
look you up long go; ought know long
go you be cole desc bald nights. Reck-
on Ah'm de thievenest one us two,
Xenophon. keepin' all dis wood stock
up when you got none he say. jesse.
TEX me in; say he lahk thief; pay me
Sala'y: feed me. Dass de main whut
de Caps gone shot lais' night" He
raised his head sharply. and the mys-
terry in his gloomy eyes intensified as
they opened wide and stared at the
Sly unSeeingly.
Abs bawn wild cawl" he exclaim-
ed loudly. His twisted frame was
braced to an extreme tension. Abs
bawn wild il cawl! De blood anssuh!"
1T wasn't the White Caps, Uncle
Xcnophon." said Warren Smith. laying
his hand on the old mans shoulder.
Xenophon rose to his feet. He
stretched Il long. bony arm straight to
the west, where the Crossroads lay;
stood rigid and silent. like seer; then
spoke:
"De men whut shot Marse Hawk
liss lies yondeh. hidin' FUN de light O
day. An him'-he swerved his whole
rigid body till the arm pointed north
wcst-"he lies yondeh. You won fine
i'm hcah. Dey fought i'm in de tiel's.
an dcy druggen i'm heah. Dis whuh
dry lay i'm down. Abs bawn wild a
cawl-'
There were eXclamations from the
listeners. for Nenophon spoke as one
having authority. Suddenly he turned
and pointed his outstretched hand full
at Judge Briscoe.
AN dass de main." he cried: 'dass
de main kin tell yo Ah speak de
trufer
Before Briscoe answered. Eph Watts
looked at him keenly and then turned
to Lige Willctts and whispered: Get
on your horse. ride in and ring the
courthouse bell like fury. Do as !
say"
Tears stood in the judges eyes. ut
is So" he said solemnly. HE speaks
the truth. | didn't mean to tell it to-
day. but somehow He paused.
The hounds" he cried. They de-
serve it. My daughter saw them cross
ing the fields in the night-saw them
climb the fence. big crowd Of them.
She and the lady who is visiting us
saw them-saw them plainly. The
lady saw them several times clear as
day by the flashes Of lightning. The
scoundrels were coming this way. They
must have been dragging him with