Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-04-13

4 and conciliatory. He coaxed her Il
draw up to the table, on which the hat
Sal had spread the supper; then care
fully boiling the door, he seated him
self opposite the girl, and attacked thu
fried potatoes and ruddy bacon will
appetite. All the while, however, Jo'
kept one watchful eye on his visitor
A great coil of her blue-black hair hat
tumbled upon her shoulders, and seem.
ed to increase her livid look. In hi!
gloomy eyes were signs and tokens oi
the jealousy, remorse and despair
which Graham Vivian had aroused tc
tragic conflict in her heart. She die
not taste the tea that old Sal poured
for her, but leaning her elbows on the
table, stared across at Bagley, and
waited for him to speak.
Presently he pushed away his plate
and, drawing a paper from his pocket
showed her the plan Of house rudely
traced on the sheet.
l. do you recognize this?" he said
Tits the Talcotts' villa, just above
lWolfsden. Rich Boston nabobs, here
for the summer only Collins, the in
Iside man, Is my jackal. The ladies
keep their jewels in safe built In the
wall-faugh! Lucky for US that all
women are not such idiots. Now, there
| is that pretty widow, Mrs. Van Vert
at Wolfsden-she leaves her diamonds
and things lying about in jewel-boxes
bless her sweet face! No nonsense
about her. Your true-blue aristocrat
isn't going to burden her mind with
vulgar cares. But to go back to the
Talcotts. There's plenty Of silver in
| the house-old family plate, worth a
mint of money-it's all kept In fire.
proof closet, at the foot Of the main
stair. Collins has the key-easy
enough to crack that crib!"
| Silent as a Trappist monk, Jael lis
tened. This "crib- b-cracker" was her
foster- brother. She had been brought
up In his home-educated there in
crime She was familiar with his
methods.
"The next house on the list" went
on Bagley, Is a business-like tone, sis
Heroncroft. Tomorrow is payday at
the mills. Heron went to town at noon
and drew the money for his mill peo-
pie. He will keep 1t tonight in strong
box in his bedchamber-a second story
room, reached easily from the roof OF
the porch. The hound Cossack-curse
the brute-sleeps in the main hall-He-
ron's new groom, Jake, will attend to
him. There's a round sum in that
strong box, and my pal will carry
shooters for the benefit Of any fool who
may attempt to interfere with u.s."
You'll have to calculate upon trou-
BILE at Heroncroft," said Jael, in mat
ter-of- fact way. Francis Heron Is
game-he'll defend his money, and It's
but fair to presume that Mr. Vivian
will lend a hand to help him."
81 dare say The preacher sleeps
in the next room to Heron. We ex-
pect shooting, but we sha'n't kill un-
less We are hard pushed-we never do.
r CONFESS I'd rather deal with that-H-
tie gamecock, Heron, than with the
preacher. He's one Of your muscular
Christians-might be dangerous In a
set-to-saints can sometimes fight
better than sinners"
She had herself we'll in hand by this
time. She asked, indifferently:
Anything more?"
There's to be trouble in the mills
next week-a general strike. we've
received orders. Something is needed
lust now to cover up certain operations
in the neighborhood-a strike Will do
II. What's to be expected Of a lot OF
lawless folks, turned idle upon the
community? Why, all sorts OF mis-
deeds, of course! We owe Heron one,
anyway. He's the sharpest fellow
hereabouts. For my own part, I'm de-
vilish suspicious of him. Remember
the time we burned the mills, and old
Heron-this cock-o -the-walk's father
lin them? You wasn't much more
than a baby then?"
Jael nodded.
II remember-you helped set the
blaze. joe"
so I did," he assented cheerfully. i
never dotted on the Herons-Bloateo
aristocrats, root and branch! I go In
for laboring mems rights myself. We
are bound to demand an increase OF
wages-Heron will refuse 1t; then wen
strike-every mothers son Of us!'
Jael pushed back her chair, and
arose to her full height.
81 must CO." she said, throwing on
her blue wrap. Il can't stop to drink
your tea tonight, Mother Sal. shall
be missed at Wolfsden."
Let me walk with you," said lag
ley.
mot a step," she answered, sharp
ly; unless you are ready to receive a
shot from Martins gun, and involve
me in no end of trouble in the bar
gain"
His good nature vanished, like
mask suddenly dropped. Instantly Joe
Bagley looked like that which he real
ly was-a jail-bird-a wicked scound-
rel, capable of any mischief.
Martin be hanged" he muttered'
He will find himself stretched out IN
the shrubbery some night, with small
prospect of rising again. LOOK here'
Jael-it's Of prime Importance that we
rid ourselves at once Of that fellow.
Jael made no answer. Old Sal had
pressed to her side, and was smooth
ing the blue mantle with a caressing
hand. The mute action seemed lost
upon the girl. These were her near
est and dearest, but she did not appear
to prize their affection in the least.
Come, come, pet" whined the old
woman. Don't you go and get so riled
UP about things! When is Colonel Riv-
ers coming back?"
Jael twitched her mantle Impatient
ly away.
Il don't know"-she was beginning
to say, when Joe leaped up from the