Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-02-23

| ton OF Carlow county was thing OF
pride. being greater than that of sew.
eral bordering counties.
A bent figure came slowly down the
street, and William Todd hailed II
cheerfully. Evening. Mr.. Fisbee."
"A good evening. Mr.. Todd" an.
swered the old man. pausing. "Ah. Mr..
Harkless. I was looking for you" he
had not seemed to be looking for any.
thing beyond the boundaries Of his OWL
dreams, but he approached Harkless,
tugging nervously at some papers in
his pocket. II have completed my notes
for our Saturday edition. 1t was quite
easy, sir. There is much doing"
THANK you. Mr.. Fisbee," said Hark-
less as he took the manuscript. "Have
you finished your paper on the earlier
Christian symbolism? hope the Her
aid may have the honor Of printing 1t. "
This was form they used.
IL shall be the recipient Of honor,
sir" returned Fisbee. "Your kind offer
will speed my work; but I fear, Mr..
Harkless, l very much fear, that your
kindness alone prompts 1t, for. deeply
as desire it. I cannot truthfnlly say
that my essays appear to increase our
circulation" He made an odd. trou-
bled gesture as he went on: "They do
not seem to read them here, although
Mr.. Martin assures me that he care
fully reperuses my article on Chaldean
decoration whenever he rearranges his
exhibition windows" He plodded on
few PAGES. then turned irresolutely.
"What is 1t. Fisbee?" asked Harkless.
Fisbee stood for moment as though
about to speak; then he smiled family.
shook his head and went his way.
Harkless waved his hand to him in
farewell and. drawing pencil and a
pad from his pocket. proceeded to In
jure his eyes in the waning twilight by
the editorial perusal of the items bis
staff had just left ip his hands. he
glanced over them meditatively. max
ing alterations here and there.
The last one Fisbee had written az
follows:
Miss Sherwood Of Rouen, whom Miss
Briscoe knew at the Misses Jennings I'm
ishing school In New York, Is a guest Of
Judge Briscoe's household.
Fisbee's items were written In ink.
There was a blank space beneath the
last. At the bottom Of the page some
thing had been scribbled in pencil.
Harkless vainly tried to decipher 1t;
but the twilight had fallen too deep.
and the writing was too faint, 80 he
struck match and held 1t close to the
paper. The action betokened only q
languid interest. But when he caught
sight of the first Of the four subscrib-
ed lines be sat up straight in his chair,
with sharp ejaculation. At the bot.
tom Of 1Eisbee's page was written In
a dainty feminine hand Of type he
had not seen for years:
"The time has come" the, walrus said.
ITO talk Of many things
OF shoes and ships and sealing wax
And cabbages and kings"
He put the paper in his pocket and
set of rapidly down the village street.
At his departure William Todd looked
up quickly. Then he got upon bis feet,
with a yawn, and quietly followed the
editor. In the dusk q tattered little
figure rose up from the weeds across
the way and stole noiselessly after
william. He was in his shirt sleeves,
his waistcoat unbuttoned and loose. On
the nearest corner Mr.. Todd encounter
ed a fellow townsman who had been
pacing up and down in front Of cot
tage grooming to protestiye baby held
in his arms. He had paused in his vigil
to stare after Harkless.
"Wheres he bound fer. Williamr'
inquired the man with the baby.
"Briscoes'." answered William. pur-
suing his way.
81 reckoned be would be-" observed
the other. turning to his wife. who sat
on the doorstep. 81 reckoned 30 when
| see that lady at the lecture last
night"
The woman rose to her feet. Hi,
Bill Toddw she said. What ye got
on to the back of yer vestT William
paused, put his hand behind him and
encountered a paper pinned to the dan
Cling strap of his waistcoat. The WON.
an ran to him and unpinned the paper.
1t bore a writing. They took 1t to where
the yellow lamplight shone out through
the open door and read:
der Sir-FoLer harkls al yo piles an
gard him yoR best venagens Is closteR
harkls not Got das to live we come in
wife.
What ye think, William" asked
the man with the baby anxiously. But
the woman gave the youth a sharp
push with her hand. "They never dast
to do it," she cried: never in the
world! You hurry, Bill Todd. Don't
leave him out Of your sight one Sec