Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-08-25

you nave uleu Ill youl u dSho' ANO"'
maybe, something might be done for
that poor critter."
| Uncle Caleb, haven't we often con-
suited the doctors about poor Andy?"
True, gal; but the downright learn
ed ones-the miracle workers-ain't
found in these parts. That reminds
me-the last time 1 was over to Ber-
rys grocery some of the fishermen had
a newspaper and they was reading
about an operation that a Boston sur
geon had performed in hospital. And
who do you think the operator was?
Why, Mr.. Hume, that shot you in the
arm-him as was locked up for killing
Rose!"
mol"
"Yes, say. Wasn't he a-studying
for surgeon when he was at Cape
Desolation?"
Il remember that"
"Well, according to the newspapers,
he can now handle a knife in good
shape. Who knows but what he might
help Andy's head?"
"Who knows?" repeated Bess, me-
| chanically.
Seems to me, a man that tramps
out of night like this and saves a life
especially your life, sailor gallant
altogether an idjit. He has his times,
has Andy, when he appears to be try
ing to git himself in order ag'in. And
Rose" shutting his lips tightly-"Rose
was a heartless mink to run away and
leave him as she did"
II will go no more to the postofflce,
Uncle Caleb" said Bess, dejectedly,
Rose does not mean to write again.
Somebody ought to go and search for
her"
"She was an ongrateful jade, and a
contrary and self-willed one always!"
stormed Uncle Caleb. First she must
marry Andy offhand, and when misfor-
tin come, then she must be quit OF
him! Who's a-going in search of her,
Bess, and where do you spect she's to
be found?"
II will go, Uncle Caleb. The letter
in which Rose sent the money was
postmarked Boston. She must have
been in that city at the time it was
written-perhaps she is there still. To
that city I will go. What you have
said about Andy tonight puts new
thoughts in my head. Nigel Hume
was kind gentleman-you and liked
him well, did we not?"
"Sartin"
IF he has become famous, it will
not be hard to find him. I've a little
money-Tll take some, and go to Mr..
Hume, and ask him to help Andy, and
also to tell me some way by which
can discover Rose"
Caleb gave a grunt Of disapproval.
Maybe, you've forgot the trouble that
gal made Mr. Hume about eighteen
months ago."
"He is not the person to bear malice
Il am certain he will give me what
ever aid he can"
Caleb looked at her wistfully.
rs your mind made up, sailor gal?
hIlOW Il6Hl "Cil yOu Selii = bS SNS~A ~
out of e. thing, nor talked out of it,
once your mind is made up"
Uncle Caleb, must go and look for
Rose-Rose, who is lost somewhere out
In the great world"
Caleb's eyes wandered to Andy.
Take that poor critter with you,
then, and lay his case afore Mr.. Hume.
You may as we'll catch two fish on one
hook The surgeons they do great
things in these days-cut man to bits,
and put him together ag'in, and he
none the worse for it, Marthy Bray
may go along to help you, and I'll keep
house alone"
Should she speak of Susan Taylors
strange letter? After a little delibera-
ton she decided not to do so. She
simply said:
Uncle Caleb, did you ever see my
relative, Lepel Ellicott-he that died?"
mo, gall
did he ever visit Cape Desolation?"
"Lawd above! Not that L know of,
unless twas arter his DEATH"
"Of course there is some strange
blunder!" murmured Bess; then she
leaned toward Andy, her grand dark
face half sad, half smiling.
Andy, do you want your poor head
taken in pieces and patched together
AGAIN." she said. You and I will go
to Nigel Hume and test his skill. Per-
haps he can give. you help. At any
rate we will know If a single chance
of recovery is left to you-yes, we
will start tomorrow"