Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-07-26

nurse an one thing anotner-an sne
got scared an sent fer DR.. lobe. You
know him an Mrs. Dugan has been
at outs fer the last year. It seems
that she kept totin' tales about town
in regard to his doin's in Rome fore
he moved here, an the upshot Of 1t
was that she has about busted bis
chances with Halle Irwin. They say
he was awfully mad at Mrs. Dugan.
Well, when he come to see the baby
several of US lowed thard be some
fun, so we went over, the last one OF
us with q different remedy Of some
sort an dead loads O. advice. The
fust thing DR.. Jobe did was to drive
us all acrost the hall to the settin'
room an begun to examine the baby.
But Mrs. Dugan. bless yore soul, &C
cordin' to her that was her house, an
she was Mary Hough's stay an sup
port. an she wedged 'erse'f in the sick
room. Some Of US went in the kitchen
30 we could git look an hear what
tuck place. He told 'er in plain Eng:
lish to git out, but she didn't bulge;
he ordered 'er ag'in, but she only stood
the firmer. I don't think ever seed q
madder man. His black eyes was jest
blazin' an his hands shook 30 he
could hardly mix his medicines. Then
the crash come.
"Says he to her, Have you been
handlin' this babyP An she says, I
reckon it's hardly been out o my lap
fer the last two days Then says he,
with a satisfied grin. You'd better not
20 out to the rest O. them hens In the
other room. fer this child's got scarlet
fever Scarlet feverv yelled Mrs. Du-
gan, an she looked like she'd sink In
astonishment. why, you don't mean
it, He told 'er yes. that's what allied
the baby, an that he was goin' to re-
port it to the authorities an put up a
quarantine. Us women all scattered
like a flock O. scared blackbirds, but
we heard 'em jowerin' clean out to the
fence. I'm not a-goin' to stay cooped
up here that long, Mrs. Dugan said.
Yes, you'll have to- we heard i'm say.
'Gaddin' about like you do, you'd scat
ter more microbes than Texas torna-
do After be went off old DIR. Stone
passed along on his boss, an she went
to the gate an called out to i'm an
tried to git i'm to contradict what DR..
lobe had said about the disease, but he
lest sorter laughed an said 1t would
be contrary to professional etiquette
fer i'm to express an opinion. Furder
down the street he met Miss Cynthia
Gibbs. an she hauled i'm in an a1ed
i'm what he thought about the case.
It looked like he thought 1t was pow
erful funny, fer be mighty nigh split
his sides a-laughin'. The baby's got
some'n',' he said, an that's all she
could cit out'n i'm. The marshal come
up an put the red. flag on the gate, an
the two women an the baby's housed
up till DR.. Jobe lifts the quarantine. l
was lest a-thinkin' me n Hortense Will
have rest. Mrs. Dugan would a met
you at the gate to find out about But
I clean forgot to tell Mandy to put the
biscuit In the stove an warm over yore
tater pies" And, with little flush on
her face, Mrs. Hillyer rose and tripped
from the room.
Hortense Snowden turned from the
window, where she had been standing
while her aunt was talking. and stood
before her uncle.
George is in love with Lydia Gran
ston." she said softly. That's one rea-
son this is going so hard with him."
Eyes, I think he is" replied the old
man, "an' l was jest wonderin' eft the
conviction would have any-you know
effect on her."
81 don't think he's ever spoken one
word of love to her." said Hortense.
"She Is the proudest, haughtiest crea-
ture that ever lived and yet at the same
time as simple and unaffected as she
can be. It seems like she gets the
sweet side Of her nature from herself
and the other from her people. Uncle,
they are Just about the most aristo-
cratic family that ever lived here" >
"Oh, I know that. I don't think l
ever seed the major without his SILK
hat, kid gloves and gold headed cane.
Somehow 1t seems a pity George look
ed so high, but. Hortie, the boy Is Jest
that way about everything; he VIII
have the best or nothin'. But I reckon
he knows about how the Cranstons Will
look at it say I reckon he knows
that. an that's what's made 'i-a so low
spirited"
"That must be 1t, uncle" And silence
fell between them. The sound of the
coffee mill came harshly in from the
kitchen, and then they heard Mrs. Hill
yer singing a hymn as she moved
about in the adjoining dining room.