Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-11-17

ed to commune with himself, then he
continued "A mile out Of town l
heard some one sloshing through the
rain after me: it was dark by that
time, and I couldn't see who it was,
so l pulled up and waited, and then
l made out 1t was a woman. She
spoke when she was alongside the
cart and says, Can you drive me on
to the Barony?' and it came to me 1t
was the same woman I'd seen leave
the stage. When I got down to help
her into the cart l saw she was toting
a child in her arms"
What did the woman look like.
Bob?" said Crenshaw.
she want exactly old and she
want young by no manner of means;
remember saying to myself, that
child amt yo's, whose ever 1t Is. Well
sir l was willing enough to talk, but
she want, she hardly spoke until we
came to the red gate, when she says.
Stop, if you please, I'll walk the rest
of the way Mind you, shed known
without a word from me we were at
the Barony. She give me a dollar,
and the last l seen Of her she was
hurrying through the rain toting the
child in her arms"
Mr.. Crenshaw took up the narra-
tive
The niggers say the old general
almost had a fit when he saw her.
Aunt Alsidia let her into the house;
| reckon if Joe had been alive she
wouldn't have got inside that door,
spite of the night"
"Well?" said Bladen.
When morning come she was gone,
but the child done stayed behind; we
always reckoned the lady walked back
to Fayetteville sometime befo' day
and took the stage. I've heard Aunt
Alsidia tell us how the old general
said that morning. pale and shaking
like. You'll find a boy asleep in the
red room; he's to be fed and cared
fo, but keep him out of my sight.
His name is Hannibal Wayne Hazard
That is all the general ever said on
the matter. He never would see the
boy, never asked after him even, and
the boy lived in the back of the house,
with the niggers to look after him.
Now, sir, you know as much as we
know, which is just next door to noth-
ing"
The old general was borne across
what had once been the west lawn to
his resting place in the neglected acre
where the dead and gone OF his race
Law. and the record of the family was
complete, as far as any man knew.
Crenshaw watched the grave take
shape with a melancholy for which
he found no words, yet If the words
could have come from the mist OF
ideas in which his mind CROPPED vague
" he would have said that for them
selves the deeds of the Quintards mad
been given the touch of finality, ana
that whether for good or for evil, the
consequences. like the ripple Whlcn
rises from the surface VI PihNiN We
ters when a stone is dropped, stiii
survived somewhere in the world.
The curious and the idle drlfteo
back to the great house; then the
memory of their own affairs, not ur-
, gent. generally speaking, but still OF
some casual interest, took them down
the disused carriage way to the req
gate. and so of into the heat OF the
summer day. Crersnaws wagon
driven by Crenshaw's man, vanished
in a cloud of gray dust with the two
old slaves, Aunt Alsidia and Uncle
Ben. who were being taken to the
Crenshaw place to be cared for pend
ing the settlement of the Quintard
estate. Bladen parted from Crenshaw
with expressions of pleasure at hav-
ing had the opportunity of making his
acquaintance. and further delivered
himself of the civil wish that they
might soon meet again. Then Cren-
shaw, assisted by Bob Yancey, pro-