Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-09-27

to pay a nickel or borrow a drink Of
whisky for a friend, but woe be to the
one who accepts his hospitality and
betrays ito the one who plays him
false in any respect. s..n e
There is but one commandment In
the dark corner"-Thou shalt not
inform 'on thy neighbor or thy neigh
boris still. Break 1t, and you are as
good as dead man. #.s ;
The list of murders in the "dark
corner" Is but a story half told. Of
ten they leak out through the idle
talk Of sale and court days in Green
vile, the county seat. Again, a noun
tain feud will bring terrible crime
to light.
But murder will out through
strange channels. There was the case
of Hayes, who was murdered by Jim
Suddeth, now serving a life time in
the penitentiary in Columbia.
Suddeth had been a friend Of Hayes
when he needed one. He gave him
work in his still and a place in his
cabin, where room was scarce and
food scarcer, but such as they had
Hayes shared. Then came day when
the big mountaineer rode into Green
VILE and did not come back. In his
stead there came the revenue men,
who raided the little cabin and de-
stroyed the little still. There was no
food for the wife or babies.
Suddeth knew who had betrayed
him, and he lived with but one idea
to avenge him on the man who had
made such base return for his hos
pitality. One afternoon he met him
in the woods, near his cabin, and shot
him dead. At nightfall he. returned,
cut the head Off his victim, buried 1t
at the foot Of a tree, and, throwing
the trunk over his shoulder, started
down the mountain side for the Sa-
luda. .'.
Fear was not in him. In his own
eyes his act was one Of justice, prim-
tive justice, such as appeals to prim-
tive natures like Suddeth's. He had
no misgivings, and bore his hideous
burden down the mountain side, with
out misstep, without a quaver, and
with no more concern than II 1t had
been a sack Of corn, though the night
was wild and the wind shrieked after
him. ~ "a ..E 1E
Presently he detected In 1t a new
note. He knew every sound Of the
mountain. Those who are hunted by
men, as the moonshiners are, become
preternaturally keen OF ear. There
was not a sound in Natures gamut
with which he was not familiar, and
this variation, something between a
whistle, low and dirgelike, and moan
instantly caught his attention. 1t was
right at his back, too, following him
He halted to listen, but the sound
ceased. Again he started, again that
peculiar whistle, starting low and
spreading out at the base Of his ears
as IL 1t had something to tell him.
What could 1t be? Suddeth stopped
and threw the headless body to the
ground, and, almost with shrek, the
wind tore through the severed wind
pipe. He had not an atom Of fear In
his body, but in that moment, he af-
forwards told Jim Howard, he had the
"creeps." r.....
He stopped to examine the corpse
and saw the gaping wound In the gui-
let. He tore aside the coarse cotton
shirt, stiff with blood, tapped the body
as he would the trunk of tree, turn
ed it over, and saw that his bullets
had gone through and through.
"Did their work WE'LL" he told How.
ard.
Suddeth's mind worked slowly, but
he concluded, after examining the
body, that the wind whistling through
those gaping wounds had made the
peculiar noise he heard. He should
cred his burden and started down
the mountain side once more, his
weird piper, the wind, following him
playing ghostly tunes. He went on
unfalteringly to the Saluda, weighted
the body, and heaved 1t over into the
dark waters. They parted like cash;
there was one brief gurgle, and Sud-
deth started up the mountain.
He was rid of his enemy, but he
could not rid himself Of the strange
circumstances Of the wind whistline
through the dead mans severed wind.
pipe. Finally. to ease his mind he
told the story to Jim Howard. How
ard told it to some one else. The
story spread, and went on and on un-
til it reached the relatives Of the MUIR
dered man. It had terrible confirma-
ton. The Saluda washed up the
trunk Of the body and pack Of hun
CRY dogs unearthed the head.
One day Jim was arrested a second
time and marched to- jail. His case
was tried before Judge Benet Of the
district court in Greenville. Howard
was the chief witness, and he told the
story as Suddeth had told it to him
It was beyond judge or jury. Some
scoffed, others, knowing the material.
ism of the mountain men, believed
New York Times.
A HERO OF THE BUSH.