Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-12-19
Briefly Cavendish told the story OF

Briefly Cavendish told the story of
Yancy's rescue.
Nov, doc, 1 want you should cast
an eye over the way we've dressed his
cut, and 1 want the rest of you to
come and take look at him and tell
who he Is and where he belongs" he
said in conclusion.
I'll know him If he belongs within
forty miles of here in any direction
said the doctor. But he shook his head
when his eye rested on Yancy. New
er saw him." he said briefly.
"How about them bandages, doc?'
demanded Cavendish.
"oh, 1 reckon they'll do" replied the
doctor indifferently. ~
will he live?"
II can't say. You'll know all about
that inside the next weight hours.
Better let the rest have a look"
Gust feel of them bandages-sho',
I got money in my pants!" Mr.. Cav
endish was rapidly losing his temper,
yet he controlled himself until each
man had taken q look at Yancy; but
always with the same result-a shake
ofsthe head. Il reckon l can leave him
here?" Cavendish asked, when the last
man had looked and turned away.
Leave him here-why?" demanded
the. doctor slowly.
because I'm going on, that's why.
I'm headed for downstream. and he
amt in any sort of shape to say wheth-
er; he wants to go or STOP" explained
Cavenish.
"You picked him up, didn't you?
asked one of the men.
Il certainly did," said Cavendish.
well, 1 reckon If you're so anxious
for him to stay hereabout, you'd better
stop, yourself" said the owner of the
woodward There amt house with
in two miles Of here but mine, and he
don't go there!"
You're healthy lot, you are!" said
Cavendish II wonder your. largeness
of heart amt ruptured your wishbones
long ago!" So saying he retired to
the stern of his raft and leaned against
the sweep-handle, apparently lost In
thought. His visitors climbed the
bank and reestablished themselves on
the wood-racks.
Presently Mr.. Cavendish lifted his
voice and addressed Polly and the six
little Cavendishes at the other end of
the raft. He asserted that he was the
only well-born man within a radius of
perhaps a hundred miles-he excepted
mo one. He knew who his father and
mother were, and they had been legal
lily married-he seemed to infer that
this was not always the case. Mr..
Cavendish glanced toward the shore,
then he lifted his voice again, giving 1t
as his opinion that he was the only
Christian seen in those parts In the
last fifty years. He offered to fight
any gentleman who felt disposed to
challenge this assertion. He sprang
suddenly aloft, knocked his bare heels
together and uttered an ear-piercing
whoop. He subsidized and gazed of
into the red eye Of the sun which was
slipping back of the trees. Presently
he spoke again. He offered to Hex
any gentleman who felt aggrieved by
his previous remarks, for fifty cents,
for a drink of whiskey, for chew of
tobacco, for nothing-with one hand
tied behind him! He sprang aloft,
cracked his heels together as before
and crowed insultingly; then he sub
sided into silence. An instant later
he appeared stung by the acutest
pangs of remorse. In a cringing tone
he begged Polly to forgive him for
bringing her to such a place. He be-
walled that they had risked pollution
by allowing any inhabitant Of that re-
gion to set foot on the raft-he fear
ed for the innocent minds Of their
children, and he implored her pardon.
Perhaps 1t was better that they should
cast off at once-unless one Of the
gentlemen on shore felt himself insult
ed, in which event he would remain
to fight.
Then as ne slowly worked the raft
out toward the middle of the stream,
he repeated all his former remarks,
punctuating them with frequent
whoops. He recapitulated the terms
on which he could be induced to fight:
fifty cents, a drink Of liquor, chew of
tobacco, nothing! His shouts became
fainter and fainter as the raft was
swept down stream, and finally died
away in the distance.
ITO Re Continued)