Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-08-30

you, George, an will. I hope the
Master will shower blessings down on
yore head. I've knowed i'm, gentle
men, sence he was a little boy, an he
always was one O. the best children
that ever lived. God knows he's had
trouble, but 1t Jest seems to "a sanch.
fed i'm. Folks says he hain't happy
man, that he has lots to contend with
here In town an that it looks like he
cayn't git all he wants, but he will.
God bless i'm, ef my prayers kin do
any good. I'm a-goin' to ask the Lord
Almighty to give i'm peace an all he
wantsw She drew her bonnet over
her face and fell to sobbing aloud.
Truitt stood bis flag In corner and
led her to the door, and, as all eyes
followed him, George looked and saw
Lydia. Cranston and Kitty Cosby stand.
Ing a few feet from him. They had
heard all. In Lydia's eyes great tears
stood, and in her face shone kindling
light upon which her very soul seemed
to breathe. Covered with embarrass.
ment, Buckley went to them.
I'm very sorry," he began, but
Lydia put up her gloved hand and
stopped him.
Don't, don'tw she said gently, almost
reverently. as she looked straight Into
his eyes. "Don't!
He had not been introduced to her
companion, and the faet seemed to
have escaped her. The three walked to
the door.
II am Miss Cosby, Mr.. Buckley"
Kitty said sweetly., Lydia has com.
pletely forgotten that we don't know
each other"
81 am delighted to meet you" he
faltered, red In the face. "This Is a
rather rough and tumble camp meet
ing reception to offer you the first time
you honor the old warehouse with your
presence, Miss Cosby" he managed to
get out, "but we are an emotional peo-
pie and
"Hushw suddenly exclaimed Lydia.
facing him with her great, wondering
eyes. Don't speak lightly Of that"
Then her voice sank into ineffable
sweetness. "Show me, Mr.. Buckley.
where It happened. mean from
which direction did the mob come, and
L. this the door-where the poor boy
where you stood-this hereT
George grew redder; he essayed a
light laugh, but she was persistent
She laid her hands on his arm. "Tell
me-" she urged, rs this the very spot"
That's right. MISS" said Truitt,
coming up. The gang come runnin'
right down that walk after JEFF. He
hain't a plumb coward. but q mob O.
fifty bloodthirsty men would rattle
any boy that's been made pet Of all
his life. They was all right on his
heels, an he seed George Buckley's
open door an made break fer 1t.
George let i'm In an then stood right
on that sill thar an dared one Of 'em
to pass i'm. He had gun, but they
could a ground i'm to sausage meat.
One man cooked revolver, an George
heard it an yelled out an dared i'm
to shoot i'm while he stood In the
light, an bemeaned i'm fer coward
an all he could think Of. His pure
grit, an the respect they had fer i'm,
shamed the gang. an they left. But
thars a hero, miss. You young ladies
study about leaders Of great battles
that are this an that, but I'm a old
soldier, an what George Buckley done
last night was the bravest thing ev :
seed or heard tell Of"
I'VE thought Major Cranston was
here" Miss Cosby explained when Tru-
lit had gone. "We have been looking
all over town for him."
George accompanied them to the car
riage and helped them In. He was still
flushed and embarrassed. Lydia was
quiet and. thoughtful.
You must come up and see US very
soon," she said. IL want you to know
Kitty"
Buckley turned back to the office, an
cry with himself. the Truitts and ev-
erything pertaining to the recent hap
| pening.