Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-01-25

had crushed and driven from the kin Of
men. Yes. that was it, "Dolan," and
that man was a broken down and outer
when Dupuy last heard of him.
Nolan saw that Dupuy was nonplus-
ed, and he laughed as he said:
"Yes, 1t was the street car strike,
and you and Judge Bartelmy between
you sent Jerry Dolan to jail for con-
stempt, and that broke the strike after
it'd been won."
He was a dangerous agitator, was
Dolan," pronounced Dupuy, directing
an interested glance at the new owner.
Nolan drew a deep breath and,
clinching his fists at his sides, replied
to his arch foe of twelve years before:
He'll be a more dangerous agitator
from now on. I'm Jerry Dolan!"
CHAPTER w.
The declaration of the new owner Of
the Advance that he was no less per-
sonage than the blacklist victim Of
years back created the sensation that
would a cannon shot in the dreamy
solitude Of the sylvan dells Of Already.
Dupuy fell back as though struck by
a violent blow. And, indeed, he and his
interest would have every reason to
believe, he now knew full well, that
they had in all truth a new enemy to
combat, an enemy that would cost them
dearly If he were to be vanquished.
"You-you are Jerry Dolan, and you
own the Advanced" the lawyer cried
chokingly. What are we coming to
next?" he finally managed to say after
desperate effort to calm himself.
Jerry Nolan, for none other than the
old time strike leader it was, enriched
by his mining operations in the rock
ribbed Nevada hills, thrilled with the
realization that he was now in posi-
ton to strike terror into tine hearts and
souls Of those who had attempted to
destroy him and his loved ones. He
knew that he had in his power the
men who had almost succeeded in their
designs against him twelve years be-
fore.
McHenry, at first even more puzzled
than Dupuy and who was bending for
ward, with an expression Of deepest
interest and concern implanted on mis-
features, began to understand the Sit
uation more clearly when he heard his
new employer say in a voice that pull
sated with determination:
Yes, Ed Dupuy, 1 am Jerry Dolan,
and am back in the old town to pay
my respects to my friends and-and"-
his voice shook-"to my enemies"
The whole truth now dawned upon
the amazed McHenry and also upon
Dupuy, who had been dealing with
men long enough to know that his
only successful pose at the present
momentous time would be a concilia-
tory one. He must at all hazards
smooth over this dangerous factor In
the city's affairs, the returned Jerry
Dolan, and persuade him that he was
now his friend.
wen, well, bupuS pSooi '''o-~
atingly, Stimulating a sickly smile,
this Is a most interesting meeting
most interesting indeed" He laughed
as loudly as the nervously contracting
muscles of his throat would permit
But II Is time now to let bysones be
bygones, eh, Mr.-er-ah"- He again
thrust forward the hand that the
newspaper proprietor had refused to
grasp.
Nolan" answered the newcomer In
his deep, strong voice, "N-o-l-a-n, with
an NJ and not a d on the front end
of it. That's my name now. l had to
change It." He stopped abruptly and
again directed his dark eyes menac-
ingly on the face of the man opposite
him. After a few moments he contin-
ued: You see, Ed Dupuy, 1 was
blacklisted as Dolan. Likely you'll re-
member that too"
Nolan reached out and, selling Du-
puy's hand, held it firmly McHenry,
at one side, witnessed with a distinct
shock what he understood as Nolans
sudden resolve to, as Dupuy had sug-
gested let "bygones be bygones," else
why should he shake hands with the
man? Dupuy also felt thrill of pleas
ure even Of triumph, as the one time