Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-09-30
CHAPTER XXXIII.

@lHE next morning Georges moth.
er returned to Darley and came
directly from the station to his
room. AS she entered he stared
at her In surprise, for she was dressed
in black, even to her sunbonnet.
Mother" he asked wonderingly.
what has happened?"
She did not answer for moment,
but sat down near his bed and folded
her bonnet in her lap.
when I heard how you was hurt
an laid up," she said presently, II writ
Mr.. Hillyer not to let you know about
yore pa. He was sight wuss when
l got to i'm, an they didn't see no
chance fer i'm to live. He's dead,
George; yore pore pas dead an bur-
led. All his trouble Is over. Hes In
Gods charge now."
They were both silent for moment;
then Buckley said comfortingly: "Well,
you must not grieve over it too much,
mother. After all, it may be better az
it is"
That's so, George" she answered,
"but my heart aches fer I'm. He wasn't
treated right, my boy. 1t turned out
Jest like l thought it mought. The
doctors up thar said his criminal acts
all come from that old hurt In bis
head. After his death they made an
examination. They found at q splin.
ter O. the skull had been workin' into
his brain all them years since his fall
off'n the wagon. 1t finally formed
abscess that killed i'm. Oh, the doc
tors raised big fuss about 1t! They
told me yore pa had been treated
wuss'n dog. They said what he done
in violation O. the law was caused by
the hurt In his head an that he'd nev.
er "a touched thing that wasn't his
but fer that, an when l told 'em how
honorable all yore pas folks had al
ways been away back as fur as any
body could trace an how hard you
was strlvin' to live the disgrace down
they all got together an' writ an sign
cd a paper-Mr. Hillyer's got it-testi-
fyin' under oath that yore pa wasn't
naturally a dishonest man. They say,
George-an' Mr.. Hillyer says he'll put
it through right away-that they are
a-goin' to git the legislature to exhon-
crate yore pa.
Judge Moore was in the warehouse
as | come by, talkin' to Mr.. Hillyer, an
he come out an tuck me by the hand,
an says he. Mrs. Buckley, me n them
twelve men made awful mistake.
AM says he, EFF case like that had
come up in a community whar doctors
an lawyers was up to the latest notch
In new discoveries plea Of insanity
would "a been made an sustained.
But says he, the twelve jurors will
sign a paper with me. an yore hus'
bands name Will be cleared Oh.
George, it mighty nigh breaks my
heart. l lowed all them years that
yore pa was jest mean an stubborn an
had old Nick In i'm. while the truth
was he couldn't help hisse'f. It's goin'
to be in oil the newspapers tomorrow.
Are you glad to hear it, George"
More than anything" was the reply
In a low, husky tone.
81 hain't through yet" went on the
old woman. wiping her eyes. "They
all read Mr.. Hillyer's letter to me about
how you refused the combination TO
the safe, preferrin' to die ruther than
give in, because you wanted to show
the world you was honest, an how you
was shot down an lay hoverin' betWixt
this life an the next, an never seed
a set O. men more anxious to be kind to
a woman in afliction: They got the
Idea we was needy, an started In to
collect a lot O. money, but / stopped
'em. l told 'em you wouldn't like that."
"No, wouldn't" said George; "but
/ ain glad they wanted to do It."
when l got to yore pa he was too
fur gone to know me-" went on Mrs.
Buckley. 81 Jest wish he had. I was
so sorry fer him when seed how thin
an wasted he was, with the prints on
his pore ankles whar"-
She broke down and began to sob.
George Buckley sat up more erectly.
"It's the way God, Providence or what
ever it is that rules over all has OF
managing matters" he said, his eyes
flashing rebelliously, 'and, for my part,
I'm tired trying to do right. What's
the use? Why should that poor man
fall from his wagon while honestly en-
deavoring to earn a living for his fam
lily, and through that accident end his
life in a prison? That's his fate, while
such men as Telfare"-
Don't, don't, Georgew The old
woman dried her eyes. 1T may all
seem wrong, but it hain't-it ha1n't!
My faith in my heavenly father Is
brighter an it ever was. don't know
exactly what it 'ud be fer, but I feel
like drappin' on my knees an thankin'
i'm at this minute. My heart Is full
O. sadness Of a certain sort, but thers
another feelin' that l can't describe.
AS I was comm on in the train l got
to imaginin' seein' yore pore pa up IN
heaven, whar know he Is, an the fan
cy struck me that our Saviour helt the
highest place up thar, beca'se he SUI.
fered the most to help others along, an
then the thought come that maybe up
thar with Their keen, spiritual eyes the
angels had seed all the good that's
growed out O. yore pas suiferin', an
was givin' i'm credit fer his life down
here. Thar's no tellin' what the good
may be. Yore pas trouble is at the