Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-12-19

lGraud Monk will conduct the case OF
the people against the negro Augustus
Caesar. the former slave Of DR.. Rich
ard Cameron"
DR.. Cameron advanced and removed
his cap. His snow-white hair anc
beard, ruddy face and dark-brown bril-
Liant eyes made a strange picture ir
it's weird surroundings, like an ancient
alchemist ready to conduct some dar'
ing experiment in the problem OF life.
81 am here, brethren he said, "tc
accuse the black brute about to appear
of the crime of assault on a daughter
of the south"
A murmur of thrilling surprise and
horror swept the crowd Of white and
scarlet figures and with one common
impulse they moved closer.
| His feet have been measured and
they exactly tally with the negro tracks
found under the window of the Lenoir
cottage. His flight to Columbia and re-
turn on the publication Of their deaths
as an accident is a confirmation OF our
case. I will not relate to you the scien-
tific experiment which first fixed my
suspicion Of this mans guilt. My wit
ness could not confirm it, and 1t might
not be to you credible. But this ne
gro is peculiarly sensitive to hypnotic
influence. l purpose to put him un-
der this power tonight before you, and
If he is guilty, can make him tell his
confederates, describe and rehearse the
crime itself"
The Night Hawks led Gus before
Doctor Cameron, united his hands, re-
moved the gag, and slipped the blind
fold from his head.
| Under the doctors rigid gaze the ne
gros knees struck together, and he COL
lapsed into complete hypnosis, merely
lifting his huge paws lamely as If to
ward n blow.
They seated him on the boulder from
which the Cyclops rose, and Gus stared
about the cave and grinned as II In
dream seeing nothing.
The doctor recalled to him the day
of the crime, and he began to talk TO
his three confederates, describing his
plot in detail, now and then pausing
and breaking into fiendish laugh.
Old McAllister, who had three love-
ly daughters at home, threw off his
cap, sank to his knees, and buried his
face in his hands, while a dozen OF
the white figures crowded closer, ner-
vously gripping the revolvers which
hung from their red belts.
Doctor Cameron pushed them back
and lifted his hand in warning.
The negro began to live the crime
with fearful realism-the journey past
the hotel to make sure the victims had
gone to their home; the visit to Aunt
Cindys cabin to find her there; lying
in the field waiting for the last light
of the village to go out, gloating with
vulger exultation over their plot, and
planning other crimes to follow It's
success-how they crept along the
shadows of the hedgerow Of the lawn
to avoid the moonlight, stood under the
cedar, and through the open windows
watched the mother and daughter
laughing and talking within
Min what 1 tells you now-Tie de
ole one, when 1 glib you de rope" said
Gus in a whisper.
MY Cod" cried the agonised voice
of the figure with the double cross
that's what the piece Of burnt rope
in the fireplace meant"
Doctor Cameron again lifted his hand
for silence.
Now they burst into the room and
with the light of hell in his -beady,
yellow -splotched eyes, Gus gripped his
imaginary revolver and growled:
Scream. an I blow yer brains out!"
In spite of Doctor Cameron's. warn
ing, the white-robed figures jostled
and pressed closer
Gus rose to his feet and started
across the cave as If to spring on the
shivering figure Of the girl, the clans
men with muttered groans, sobs and
curses falling back as he advanced. He
still wore his full captains uniform
its heavy epaulets flashing their gold
in the unearthly light, his beastly jaws
half covering the gold braid on the col
lar. His thick lips were drawn upward
in an ugly leer and his sinister bead
eyes cleaned like a gorilla's. single
| fierce leap and the black claws clutched
the air slowly as If sinking into the
soft white throat.
Strong men began to cry like chill
| dren.
stop him! Stop him!" screamed
clansman, springing on the negro and
grinding his heel into his big thick
neck. A dozen more were on him In
moment, kicking, stamping, cursing
and crying like madmen.
Doctor Cameron leaped forward ano
beat them off:
Men! Men! You must not kill him
in this condition."
Some of the white figures had fallen
PROSTATE on the ground sobbing In a
frenzy of uncomfortable emotion. Some
were leaning against the walls. their
faces buried in their arms.
Again old McAllister was on MS
knees crying over and over again:
God have mercy on my people!"
| When at length quiet was restored
the negro was revived. and again
bound. blindfolded, gagged, and thrown
to the ground before the Grand Cy-
clops.
A sudden inspiration flashed in Doc
tor Camerons eyes. Turning to the
figure with yellow sash and double
cross he said:
Issue your orders and despatch
your courier tonight with the old Scot
tsh rite of the Fiery Cross. 1t viii
send a thrill of respiration to every
clansman in the hills"
"Good-prepare it quickly" was the
answer.
Doctor Cameron opened his medicine
case, drew the silver drinking-co
from a flask. and passed out of the
cave to the dark circle of blood still
shining in the sand by the waters