Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-07-27
SOME OF THE LEADING PROMOTERS OF NATIONAL RRIGATmN
THE GATHERING.

guard Of honor. Sharply silhouetted
against the moon, the branches over
head threw upon the grass fantastic
shadows, that changed with every
breeze.
There's plenty Of room here" said
the Governor, half aloud, as he look
ed over the spot I've a good half
hour yet; but 1 won't keep him wait
ing. I've always found that the best
way to get through a bad job is to
make a good beginning"
He leaned the sabers against the oak
and sat down upon one of its knotty
roots. A minute later, his thoughts
played truant and overleaped the stone
wall nearby. The widow! Did she
know? She was present when Capt
Pointer presented the Majors chal-
lenge. Could it be possible that her
womanly intuition had deserted her
upon that occasion, so that she sus-
pected nothing? If she knew the con-
tents Of the Captains missive she
gave no sign. Maybe she did not care.
Perhaps, even now, she might be
closeted with Major Reynolds, pray
| ing for his success and bidding him
Godspeed. Why not? Had she not
been the Majors friend from child
hood? Did not the gossips say that
lit was the Major who had recently
induced her to lay aside the sable
gowns she had worn for years as a
tribute to one long dead? And did
soon to be followed by the donning of
orange-blossoms and the bridal veil?
And yet there was the rose-her rose
upon his coat lapel
A queer whistle, like the call of a
whippoorwill, among the trees near
by, ended the Governors reverie
abruptly and brought him to his feet.
He listened intently. There was no
sound save the soft soughing Of the
wind among the branches overhead.
"A whippoorwill?" he calculated,
incredulously. Down here? I never
heard one here before. Didn't think
there was one in the whole state Of
Mississippi" He picked up the sa-
bers. The whistle was repeated. This
time there could be no mistake-it
was plainly crude imitation Of the
boyhood was passed upon a northern
farm would have been deceived by it.
The old Carpetbagger smiled. THAT
sounds to me more like love than
war" he remarked, as he stepped
back among the dark magnolia sha-
dows to await developments. II
thought so," he added, half a minute
later, as the boyish figure of Roy
came into view on the opposite side
of the grassy plot.
BY halting stages the young I'm
dian fighter" advanced into the open,
whistling repeatedly and listening in
vain for an answering signal.
This is the place, all right" he
exclaimed, glancing about him appre-
hensively, as if afraid Of the shadows
Now, where is she? 'Tain't right to
treat a fellow like whistling
around in the woods. BY jngo! May
be she is playing trick on me and
expects me to stay out here all night!
If l thought she was I'd never speak
to her again as long as live!"
His courage plainly was fast oozing
out at his finger tips and he was about
to beat an ignominious retreat. A low
whippoorwill whistle nearby brought
him to a sudden halt. There she is
now!" he cried, darting forward. The
Governor stepped out into the moon
light.
Great Scott! It's the old mani"
gasped Roy. jumping behind the oak.
And he's got a sword, too" He peer
ed around the trunk, cautiously. Good
Lord! He's got two swords" A mo-
ment later he had clambered hastily
up the tree and snugly ensconced
himself among the leafy branches.
Below him stood a tall figure with a
glittering saber in either hand.
(To be COntinued.)