Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-12-19

The score or more OF men were Qulls
near, and the judge and Mahaffy made
out the tall figure Of the sheriff in the
lead. And then the crowd, very excit-
ed, very dusty, very noisy and very
hot, flowed into tn Judges front yard
For a brief moment that gentleman
fancied Pleasantville had awakened to
a fitting sense Of its obligation to him
and that it was about to make amends
for its churlish lack Of hospitality
He rose from his chair, and with a
splendid forid gesture, swept off his
hat
IT'S the pussy fellow!" cried a voice
"Oh, shut up-don't you think know
him." retorted the sheriff tartly.
"Gentlemen-" began the judge
blandly.
Get the well-rope!"
The Judge was rather at loss prop
erly to interpret these varied remarks
He was not long left in doubt. The
sheriff stepped to his side and dropped
heavy hand on his shoulder.
"Mr. Slocum Price, or whatever your
name is, your little game is up"
Get the well-rope! Oh, hell-won't
some one get the well-rope?" The
voice rose into a wall of entreaty.
The judges eyes, rather startled, slid
around in their sockets. Clearly some
thing was wrong-but what-what?
Amt he bold?" it was a woman's
voice this time, and the fat landlady,
her curls awry and her plump breast
heaving tumultuously, gained a place
in the forefront Of the crowd.
Dear madam, this is an unexpected
pleasure!" said the judge, with his
hand upon his heart.
Don't make your wicked old Sleeps
eyes at me, you brazen thing!" cried
the landlady.
You're wanted" said the sheriff
grimly, still keeping his hand on the
judges shoulder.
For what?" demanded the judge
thickly. The sheriff had no time In
which to answer.
II want my money!" shrieked the
lsandlady.
Your money-Mrs. Walker, you
amaze me!" The judge drew himself
up haughtily, in genuine astonishment.
Il want my money!" repeated Mrs.
Walker in even more piercing tones.
II am not aware that owe you any
thing, madam. Thank God, hold your
receipted bill of recent date" answered
the Judge with chilling dignity.
Good money-not this worthless
trash!" she shook bill under his nose.
The judge recognized it as the one OF
which he had despoiled Hannibal.
You have been catched passing
counterfeit" said the sheriff. A light
broke on the judge, light that dazzled
and stunned. An officious and impa-
tient gentleman tossed looped end OF
the well-rope about his neck and the
crowd yelled excitedly. This was
something like-it had taste for the
hunt! The sheriff snatched away
the rope and dealt the oficious gentle
man a savage blow on the chin that
sent him staggering backward into the
arms Of his friends.
Now, see here, now-rm going to
arrest this old feller! I am going to
put him in jail, and 1 amt going to
have no nonsense-do you hear me?''
he expostulated.
Il can explain" cried the judge.
Make him give me my money!"
walled Mrs. Walker.
"Jezebel," roared the judge, in a
passion of rage.
CAMS the word, or you'll get 'em
started" whispered the sheriff. The
Judge looked fearfully around. At his
side stood Mahaffy, a yellow pallor
splotching his thin cheeks. He seemed
to be holding himself there by an effort
Speak to them, Solomon-speak to
them-you know how l came by the
money! Speak to them-you know
am Innocent" cried the judge, clutch
ing his friend by the arm. Mahaffy
opened his thin lips, but the crowd
drownd his voice in a roar.
He's his pardner-"
said the sheriff.
A tall fellow, in a fringed hunting
shirt, shook long finger under Mahaf-
fy's aquiline nose.
You scoot-that's what-you make
tracks! And If we ever see your ugly
face about here again, WE'LL"
You'll what?" inquired Mahaffy.
We'll fix you out with feathers that
won't molt, that's what"
Mr.. Mahaffy seemed to hesitate. His
lean hands opened and closed, and he
met the eyes of the crowd with bitter
venomous stare. Some one gave him
a shove and he staggered forward q
step, swapping out a curse. Before he
could recover himself the shove was re-
peated.
"Lope on out of here" yelled the tai
fellow. who had first challenged his
right to remain in Pleasantville or Its
environs. AS the crowd fell apart tc
make way for him, willing hands were
extended to give him the needed i'm
petus. and without special volition OF
his own, Mahaffy hurried toward the
road. His hat was knocked fiat on his
head-he turned with an angry snarl
the very embodiment of hate-bu,
again he was thrust forward. Ano
then. somehow, his walk became g
run and the crowd started after him
with delighted whoopings. Once
more and for the last time, he faced
about. giving the judge a hopeless
despairing glance. His tormentors
were snatching up sOds and stones
and he had no choice. He turned, his
long strides taking him swiftly over
the ground, with the air full of mis-
siles at his back
Before he had gone a hundred yards
he abandoned the road and, turning
off across an unfenced field, ran to.
ward the woods and swampy bottom
Twenty men were in chase behind