Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-04-15

limp. Ross Schofield was the only per-
son in the editorial room, and there
was nothing in his appearance that
should have caused a man to start and
fall back from the doorway, but that
Is what John did. whats the matter,
MIR. Harkless?" cried Ross, hurrying
forward with q fear that the other
had been suddenly re-seized by illness.
what are those?" asked Harkless,
with a gesture Of his hand that seemed
to include the entire room.
"Those?" repeated Ross, staring blank
ly.
'Those rosettes - these streamers -
that stovepipe-all this blue ribbon"
Ross turned tale. "Ribbon" he said
inquiringly. "Ribbon?" He seemed
unable to perceive the decorations re.
ferred to.
EYES," answered John. "These ro-
settes on the chairs, that band. and
"Ohw Ross answered. 'That?" he
fingered the band ON the stovepipe as
If he saw it for the first time. "Yesi
see."
"But what's it for?"
"Why-it's-it's likely meant fer dec.
orations."
1T seems to have been here some
time"
1T has. l reckon it's most due to b.
called in. It's ben up ever sence-
sence"-
"who put 1t up. RossT'
1--WE did"
"What forT'
Ross was visibly embarrassed. "Why
-fer-fer the other editor"
"For Mr.. Nsbee?"
Land, no! You don't suppose we'd
go TO all that work and bother to brisk
en- things up for that old gentleman.
do you?
81 meant young Mr.. Fisbee. he is
the other editor, isn't he?"
"Ohw said Ross. Young Mr.. Ffs-
bee? Yes: we put 'em up fer him"
"You did? Did he appreciate them"
"Well. he-seemed to-kind of like
'em"
Where is he now? l came here to
find him."
"He's gone"
"Gone? Hasn't be been here this aft
ernoon?"
"Yes: some the time. Come In and
stayed durin' the leevy you was holdin'
and saw the extry off all right"
when will he be back?"
"Sence it's ben daily he gifts here
by 8 after supper. but don't stay very
late. Old Mr.. Fisbee and Parker look
after whatever comes in then, unless
it's something special. He'll likely be
here by half past 8 at the farthest off,"
81 can't wait till then. I've been
wanting to see him every minute since
got in. and he hasn't been near me.
Nobody could even point him out to me.
Where has he gone? want to see him
now."
want to discharge him again? said
a voice from the door. and. turning.
they saw that Mr.. Martin stood there
observing them.
"No," said Harkless. ~ want to give
him the Herald. Do you know where
he is?"
Mr.. Martin stroAed his beard delib-
erately The person you speak OF
hadn't ought to be very hard to find in
Carlow, and-well, maybe when found
you'll want to put a kind Of codicil
to that deed to the Herald. The conf
mittee was reckless enough to hire that
carriage Of yours by the day. and Keat-
ing and Warren Smith are sitting in 1t
up at the corner with their feet on the
cushions to show how used they are
to riding around with four white horses
every day in the week. It's waiting
till you're ready to 60 out to Briscoes'
There's an hour before supper time, and
you can talk to young Fisbee all you
want. He's out there"
The first words Warren Smith spoke
had lifted the veil Of young Fisbee's
duplicity; had shown John with what
fine intelligence and supreme delicacy
and sympathy young Fisbee had work.
ed for him. had understood him and
had made him. If the open attack OH
McCune had been made and the daInna-
tory evidence published In Harkless'
own paper while Harkless himself was
q candidate and rival he would have
felt dishonored The McCune papers
could have been used for Halloways s
benefit, but not for his own, and young
Fisbee had understood and had saved
him. 1t was point Of honor that many
would have held finical and inconsist'
ent, but one that young Fisbee had
comprehended was vital to Harkless
And this was the man he had dis
charged like q dishonest servant. the
man who had thrown what lin Carlow
eyes, was riches into his lap. the man
who had made his paper and who had
made him and saved him. Harkless
wanted to see young Fisbee as he long
ed to see only one other person in the
world.
AS the barouche drove up to the
brick house he made out through the
trees a retreative flutter of skirts on
the porch, and the thought crossed his
mind that Minnie had flown indoors
to give some final directions toward the
preparation of the banquet. But when
the barouche halted at the gate he was
surprised to see her waving to him
from the steps, while Tom Meredith and
Mr.. .Bence and Mr.. Boswell formed q