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

to George Buckley, who, 1t seems, you
made sorter mad t'other night over at
old man Cranston's house."
"And he has sent you to me" sneer.
ed Telfare.
"No; he never mentioned 1t to me-
But 1t seems-at least 1t seems to me
from what l gather-that you insulted
i'm like a dog-told i'm right out that
you m him couldn't breathe the same
air, walk under the same SKY, an 30
forth"
what I said on that occasion was
quite a private matter" said Telfare,
"and, to be plain with you, don't In
tend to discuss It"
"But, you see, governor'-Truitt was
chewing his tobacco slowly and eying
his victim like cat watching mouse
-"you see, another feller up thar, that
hain't got a thing agin his record-a
feller that never had no kin IN jail,
nur any hung, nur none in state poll
tics-a Teller that fit on the right side
all through the war-that feller hain't
satisfied. He don't feel right to set
still an let you demean a pore boy
that's doin' his level best to raise bis
head up" -.
Telfare turned pale. He looked as If
he were about to fall.
"You came to bring challenge" he
gasped.
"Well. I've come to do some'n'," said
Truitt evasively. 1T looks powerful
like you've got to take prompt action
in the matter. You've made hne
speeches all over the state about the
equality O. men, an it would be big
Joke on you to have it get out that
your blood was too rich to come up
agin one O. the most honorable young
men in the state O. Georgia, jest be-
case his daddy went wrong"
Telfare sank into his leather cushion
ed chair. He was very nervous, and
his pallor had extended even to his
white hands.
"Who is the-the man that is dis
satisfied?" he faltered.
"Me," said Truitt simply.
your" The governor could only
stare in bewilderment.
"Yes, me. Bas Truitt Of the Forty
second Georgia. under Colonel d. +.
Pierson. My records all right. At least
eff 1t hain't, you kin show why 1t
hain't. Yes, I've come here fer some
sort O. settlement, an I'm goin' to
have It, or I'll turn the governor O
Georgia across my knee an spank I'm
black an blue. No dern, futed shirted
skunk kin insult brave, pure hearted
friend O. mine an leave i'm writhin'
under it, an 60 off an chuckle, Jest
beca'se of a tlimsy excuse like you put
ND to him. No. stree; you've got to git
q move on you. What I would advise
is a gentlemanly apology"
apology? You must be out Of your
mind, SIR" said Telfare angrily. u
can't send an apology to that man."
"You say you cayn't, you pup thun-
dered Truitt. Stand up! What you
settin' down fer?" And Truitt actual.
" took the governor by the ear and
twisted it as he raised him, squirming
like an eel. to his feet. How DO you
like that. curse you"
Telfare. beside himself with fear and
excitement. tore Truths hand from bis
smarting ear and furiously rang the
silver bell on his desk. The servant In
the hall quickly appeared.
"Call policeman" Telfare painted.
There's one on the corner"
"By gum! l hadn't calculated on that
move O. yore'n." said Truitt coolly. i
reckon the cop II slap me in jail, but
I've always heard they feed purity we'll
thar, an I'm as hungry as a bear"
Telfare made no reply. Truitt was
between him and the door or he would
undoubtedly have made his escape. As
It was. he only stood at his desk, white
rs death and quiverlng from head to
foot.
There was a clatter of feet In the hall.
and a policeman, rather slight Of build
and a head shorter than the noun
taineer, entered hastily.
whats the trouble. governor?" he
asked.
Telfare swallowed and was about to
speak when Truitt broke in. "Oh, it
hain't nothin', young feller, but q lit
tie Election dispute me n Telfare had.
He fell agin that bell accidentally Jest
now, an that fiat nosed A-ratb lowed
he was bein' assassinated an run fer
you. Do you reckon yo're big enough
to keep anybody in yore beat from
bein' injured?"
The officer looked up at the gaunt
mountaineer towering over him and
then at Telfare, who seemed unable to
speak.
"That-that nigger said Governor Tel
fare wanted me-" the policeman stam-
mered.
well, he's got dern bad judgment ef
he'd want you in q time O. need. Are
you married MANI"
"Yes."
"Carry any life insurance"
mo. don't. but what's that got
to-
"Welp'-Truitt stroked his beard-"1
believe III take pity on yore widow.
thought at fust I'd mash you 'twixt my
thumb an foreinger, but I won't. Git
out O. here. I've got some'n' private
to say to Telfare."
The officer, with a flushed face,
looked from one to the other Of the
two men, his inquiring glance resting
last on the white, rigid countenance Of
Telfare. But the governor seemed to
have actually lost his presence OF mind
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