Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-09-13


lading of big shipment of cotton they
were making to eastern mills.
"Whar on earth have you beenF
Hillyer asked eagerly. II sent out
home fer you an none O. yore folks
knowed q thing about you. The truth
is, ! got worried. told George was
afeard you'd gone to-
"That's whar / went" said Truitt
his glance on Georges expectant race
IAN the Lord went with me. l hu-
inflated that skunk, an. as fer as I'm
concerned, I'm willin' to drap the mat
ter. Eff was the man most inter-
ested I'd be satisfied"
"What did you do. TruittP" George
was eying him eagerly. his eyes burn
ing sullenly.
Truitt made a detailed explanation.
leaving out nothing, He spoke Of it as
II II had been an ordinary business
arrangement that was finally settled
satisfactorily. But" he ended, u
never felt as mean, somehow, in my
life. I'm sorry he wouldn't hit back.
I'll be burned of he didn't jest wiggle
an say ouch! when twisted his year,
George, my boy, you ort not to give his
words another thought, What he said
to you was jest what sneakin' cow
ard would say. He's got less sand In
his giZzard n any man | ever run
across. hope you are satisfied"
"Yes, I'm satisfied" said George SIM
DIV, and he extended his hand, "and
I'm glad there was no bloodshed. Mr..
Eillyer told me what he did yester-
day in a passion. Well all have to
find some way out of our troubles other
than bloodshed."
"God knows ! agree with you on
that" said Hillyer feelingly. and he
turned and walked out Of the Office.
"But that hain't all DONE" said
Truitt, leaning against Georges desk
and looking down sheepishly.
"Not all" exclaimed Buckley.
mo, / got my foot into some'n' else.
Jest after | landed in town I come
down here, but you wasn't about.
Then, as / had nothin' to do an re-
membered that I had promised Major
Cranston to come in an give i'm an
estimate on movin' several hundred
acres O. tan bark on some O. his noun
tain land, went down thar. He's a
sick man. They got i'm propped up IN
a big chair in the settin' room, an his
wife an daughter are nussin' him like
q baby. But he wanted to see me, an
they made Inc come in. His gal Is q
beauty, George-but you know that-an'
Inever seed body seem as much wor-
ried over q sick pusson as she was over
her daddy. She loves every hair o his
old, white head. Whenever he'd have
a spell O. coughin' she'd actually turn
pale an run fer his medicine. Well,
when got through with him I started
of, but she follered me out on the
lawn. She wanted to ak me, she said,
ef I rally thought her pa looked bad.
She said she was afeard the doctor was
keepin' back some'n' ur was behind the
times an hadn't diagnosed the case
right. I eased 'er all could, laughin'
at her fears tell she sorter got in q
good humor, an then In roundabout
way, fore she knowed what was on
foot, I led up to my trip to Atlanta,
AMI
"Heavens, Truitt, you didn't tell her
that?" George cried.
"Yes; had to, George" said the old
man, his eyes averted. Some say she's
thinkin' O. marryin' that man beca'se
her sick daddy wants her to, an I'd
never be satisfied eff l let a woman
marry q thing like that belieVin' he
was honorable an brave like her daddy
an like somebody else know. No;
would thank anybody to tell daugh'
ter o. mine sech a thing, an / felt like
It was my duty"
George bit his lip and stifed an ex'
clamation of irritation, but he met the
old mans look presently with steady
stare.
"What did she say. Truitt?" he asked
finally.
"say2 / hardly know" said Truitt
"Her face got the purtiest color ! ever
seed, an while | was talkin' she kept
sayin', Go on, 60 on, Mr.. Truitt, 90 on!'
an right in the middle O. some things
she'd jest laugh out an kiyer 'er mouth
with that white hand O. her'n, but she
kept sayin', Go on, 80 on! an looked
like she jest couldn't wait fer me ia
git through. An when / finally got
to whar ! lifted i'm by one O. his side
straps out o. his chair she jest hollered
No, you didn't rally, Mr.. Truitt. Did
you do that to the governor o Georgiaf Z
! told 'er l certainly did. an she
laughed like she'd bust. She followed
me clean to the front gate. You may
think she's purity woman, but I'll be,
she never looked as purity to you as she
did then. The wind was devilin' hel
hair, an her cheeks looked like ripe
peaches. Seemed like she'd sorter tuck
a ltkin' to me, fer once or twice she
forgot an put her hand on my arm
Then she said, Mr.. Truitt, / believe
kin trust you with secret, an | want
to tell you some'n'.'
81 told 'er | was graveyard Itself
when 1t come to keepin' secrets feI
women folks, but she sorter hung fire
Her face got serious, an she wouldn',
look me in the eye like she had been
a-doin'. / told 'er not to be afeard o
me, an she started in ag'in, but
stopped. No. says she, I believe
won't tell you after all. Men are the
very dickens to tell tales Then l re-