Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-06-07

&2& er breakfast. We'll go
over to the fish house, an ye can put
on some oilers an save yer good
clothes" On the way they met the
well remembered old lady Albert had
first noticed at the prayer meeting.
She recognized him and, offering a
rather soiled hand, for she had been
spreading fish on the racks, exclaimed:
in the Lords name thank ye, Mr..
Page, fer rememberin' poor old cree
fur like me an sendin' that dress. l
make sure the Lords teched yer heart,
an if ye amt believer yet ye will
be-"
81 am glad my little remembrance
pleased you," answered Albert pleas
antly. 1T was only tride, and you
need not feel obligated for It." He
kept on after Uncle Terry, not wishing
to waste any time, but she followed to
add more thanks, ending with, "God
bless We, sir, an may he warm the
heart O. one good girl, fer ye desarve
it."
When he had donned suit Of oilers
and Uncle Terry was pulling out Of the
little cove Albert said: "That old lady
Is the most pious person I ever met.
No one could doubt she means every
word she says"
"Wsal, it's about all the consolation
she gifts out O. life, an 'twixt you an
me, she takes more'n all the rest O
the believers here" answered Uncle
Terry, "an' at times most envy her
fer it. She's sorter cracked bout re-
ligion; leastwise that's my notion, an
mebbe it's lucky she Is, seein's she's
Door an nothin' but that fer comfort.
She's smart 'nuff other ways, though,
an there amt nothin' goin' on here she
don't know. She's kind hearted, too,
an if she had anything ter give she'd
share her last cent with ye. II emmy
body's sick she's allus ready to help.
Thar's lots O. wuss folks In the world
than the Widder Leach" And then,
as If that crowned the sum total OF her
virtues, he added, 'Telly an Lissy
thinks lots O. her."
He paused for breath and, turning to
see if they were heading right, re-
sumed his strong and steady pulling.
THAR" observed Uncle Terry, point
ing to a long and narrow ledge, fs
whar Telly started fer shore all alone
Just nineteen years ago last March"
And then he added while he watched
Albert's averted face. "'Twas an on
lucky day fer the poor sailors an a
lucky one fer us, fer she's been heap
o. comfort ever since"
"Tell me, Uncle Terry, why it Is she
feels so sensitive regarding her history
and what is the cause Of the peculiar
moods you spoke of last summer. l
noticed it last evening, and it panied
me very much"
Its hard tellin'. She's girl that's
given ter broodin' a good deal, an
mebbe when she was told the facts she
began ter suspect some o her ances-
tors would be lookin' her up some day.
She aIlus has been good deal by her
self sence she got her schoolin', an most
likely doin' lots O. thinkin'. But Telly's
all right, an the most willin' an tender
hearted creetur I ever seen or heard
on. She'll make an amaztn' good wife
fer some man If she ever finds the
right 'un."
When they reached the island Uncle
Terry landed and, going to the top Of a
cliff, scanned the sea for signs Of fish.
"Mackerels Gurus fish," he observed
to Albert, who had followed. 'They's
a good deal like some wimmin-ye
never know whar ter find 'em. Yester-
day mornin' that cove jest inside O. the
pint was live with 'em, an today
can't see a sign O. one. We better sit
here an wait a spell till I sight a
school,.
To a dreamer like Albert Page the
limitless ocean view he now enjoyed
lifted him far above mackerel and
their habits. His mind was also occu.
pied good deal by Telly, and while he
desired to please the kindly old man,
who imagined fishing would entertain
him, his heart was not In 1t.
Don't let us worry about the mack.
erel, Uncle Terry" he observed as they
seated thepselves on top Of a cliff
This lone, uninhabited island and the
view here will content me until your
fish are hungry"
1T allus sets me thinkin', too, an
wonderin' whar we cum from an
what we air here for. An our stay Il
so amazin' short besides! We air born
grow up, work a spell, git old an die
an that's the end. Why, it don't seen
only last year when cum to the Cape
an it's goin' nigh on to thirty now
an I'm Almost through my spell O life
What puzzles me Is what's the good o
bein' born at all If ye've got ter die 81
soon. An, more'n all that. If life's thu
Lords blessin', as the widder b'lieves
why are so many only born to suffer OF
be crippled all their lives? An why arc
snakes an all sorts O. vermin, to say
nothin' O. cheatin' lawyers, like Frye
ever born at all?"
Albert smiled at the coupling Of Frye
with vermin There are good many
wiser heads than mine, Uncle Terry
that have never been able to answer
your question" he replied, land
doubt If they ever will. To my mint
the origin Of life Is an enigma, the
wide variations in matters of health
and ability an injustice, and the end {
blank wall that none who scales eve
recrosses with tidings Of the beyond
As some one has expressed it: Life is 6