Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-08-02


you kin simply wrap her around yore
little finger. She may hold out long
time, but she'll throw up the sponge In
the end. All the kings HOSES cayn't
pull a woman away from man she
respects an is sorry fer at the same
time, an ef I'm any judge-but reck-
on talk too much"
"Oh. Mrs. Hillyer, you are surely
"You know" the little woman ran
on. II was a-settn' jest two benches
behind 'em, an when you come in
seed 'er switch 'er head little to one
side an see you, an then she looked
straight in front of 'er jest as ef moth.
in had happened. But some'n' had
happened to her face. fer I seed It
change. A woman kin fool a man as
easy as blindin' chicken on the roost
with torch, but she cayn't fool an
other woman. That's why they hate
one another like snakes. Thar she
comes noww
The Cranston carriage was passing.
It was an old fashioned victoria, driv-
en- by q sleek looking negro on the
front seat. The occupants did not turn
their heads.
II wonder how they got on to thatT'
asked Mrs. Hillyer, with snigger.
ION to whatT Buckley asked.
"Why, on to that way o. settin' like
they had boards under Their clothes
again Their backs. I'd rather do a
days washin' an to 60 mile that
Away. I always want to loll back
when I'm ridin'-why. that's what rid
ms fer. always lowed - but them
three an the niger look like 30 many
bean poles"
George laughed heartily. She had the
knack Of making people cheerful. and
since his recent trouble she had done
much to relieve his gloom; and. be-
sides. had she not encouraged him to
hope that But his heart sank under
these reflections. Lydia rrnnston. for
many reasons. was out of the question.
and he was mad to allow his hopes to
be stirred.
"Of course" Mrs. Hillyer went on.
as If reading his mind, thar amt no
use blindin' ourselves to the truth.
Them Cranstons hain't yore sort nur
mine, an a body ought to use ordi-
nary sense in sech matters, but all the
ancestry an family trees an blue
blood royal on earth cayn't keep a
woman's heart from floppin' jest the
way it wants to flop. sorter like Lyd-
Ia Cranston. She could brag on 'er an
tecedents, but she don't She knows
she's some pumpkins an amt a-worry-
in. Bein' afeard you hain't as good
as other folks is the biggest drawback
on earth. Thars one O. yore best cards,
George. You always hold yore head
up. Sometimes think it'll have a
crown O. some sort on it before you
die. You've got nerve. an plenty OF
It, though I did think you was a-goin'
to flicker under yore burden last week,
but yore eye an skin Is clear as ever
today. You've set me good example.
Some time you may know all I've SUI.
fered while keepin' up my eternal
laugh an chatter.
"Thar's Mrs. Dugan bending over
the fence by the red flag'-they were
nearing home. "She's tryin' her best
to ketch somebody passin' from church
to learn a bit O. news. I've been fool
in 'er ever since the doctor Gagged 'er.
hain't got much use fer her either.
When folks run tale down to her she
mighty nigh always tells 'em I started
It an sends 'em over to me-"
George laughed as he opened the
gate and stood aside for her to pass
through. "Hello. Mrs. Dugan," she
called out to the short. stout woman
at the fence. about fifty yards away.
Have you heard when they are a-goin'
to let you out"
mo, I hain't." snapped the gossip as
she drew her red breakfast shawl over
her head and ears to protect them from
the breeze. "but know when the next
! court convenes. Mrs. Hillyer. an I'm
goin' to git at the bottom O this thing
eff I have to sell my house an lot to
do It. This baby hain't got no more
scarlet fever AN you have. It's al
spite work. Martha Hillyer."
The woman addressed drew hei
mouth down In a comical way and
winked at George. did you ever!
she said. "That old hussy callin' me
by my full name as pat as ef wed
been to school together an swapped
chawin' waxT Then she called out tt
the gossip, conquering her smile as
she spoke: Them doctors don't know
everything. Sally Lou Dugan. When
[ was a gal it was all the fashion to
bleed folks fer different diseases, but
now they say it was mistake. The
doctors still bleed, but they lance the
pocket instead O. the veins. Have you
heard about Mary Hanson an Cal 30
gle tryin' to run Off to git married"
"Why, no, not q word, Mrs Hillyer!
easped the prisoner, as II clutching at
q straw of comfort in her confinement
"You don't say"
mo, hain't seed soul today. Wha,
about 1t?"
Mrs. Hillyer winked at George again
as she looked up the street.
i 81 hain't a-goin' to yell that sort o
thing out at the top O. my voice, Mrs
Dugan. The neighbors I'D think Ia
tuck leave o. my senses"
"Well, come here a minute" pleaded
the woman ut the fence.