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

man of business, with an unblinking
eye on number one, was kindly on the
whole, but there was a Mrs. Cren-
shaw, to whom he rendered a strict
account of all his deeds, and that sa-
cred institution, the home, was only
tolerable haven when these deeds
were nicely calculated to fit with the
lady's exactions. Especially was he
aware that Mrs. Crenshaw was averse
to children as being inimical to clean
illness and order, oppressive virtues
that drove Crenshaw himself in his
hours of leisure to the woodshed,
where he might spit freely.
Il reckon you'd rather drop word
with yo' missus before you toted him
home?" suggested Yancy, who knew
something of the nature Of his friends
domestic thraldom.
"A woman ought to be boss in her
own house." said Crenshaw.
"Feelin' the truth Of that, I've never
married, Mr.. John; I do as I please,
and don't have to listen to a passel Of
opinion. But l was going to say,
what's to hinder me from toting that
boy to my home? There are no calico
petticoats hanging up in my closets.
And no closets to hang 'em in, I'll
be boundi" rejoined Crenshaw. But
If you'll take the boy, Bob. you shant
lose by It,"
Yancy rested big knotted hand on
the boys shoulder.
Come, wake up, sonny! Yo' Uncle
Bob is ready fo' to strike out home" :"
he said. The child reused with a
start and stared into the strange
bearded face that was bent toward
him. It's yo Uncle Bob" continued
Yancy in a wheedling tone. Are you
the little nevvy what will help him
to hook up that old blind mule of
hisn? Here, give us the spotin rifle
to tote!"
please, sir, where is Aunt AL
sidia?" ask the child.
Yancy balanced the rifle on his
great palm and his eyes assumed
speculative cast.
81 wonder what's to hinder us from
loading this old gun, and firing this
old gun, and hearing this old gun go
bang! Eh?"
The child's eyes grew wide.
Like the guns off in the woods?''
he asked, in a breathless whisper.
Like the guns a body hears off in
the woods, only louder-heaps loud
err" said Yancy You fetch out his
plunder, Mr.. john" he added in a
lower tone.
"Do it now, please" the child cried,
slipping off the bench.
II was expectin fo' to hear you
name me Uncle Bob, sonny; my little
nevvies get almost anything they want
out of me when they call me that-a-
ways"
please, Uncle Bob, make it go
bang!"
| You come along, then,' and MT
Yancy moved off in the direction o1
his mule, the child following. Pow
der's what we want fo to make TINS
old spo'tin' rifle talk up, and l reckof
We'll find some in a horn flask in the
bottom of my cart" His expectations
in this particular were realized ano
he loaded the rife with small plahh
charge. Now" he said, shaking the
powder into the pan by a succession
of smart taps on the breech, some
times these old pieces go off and some
times they don't; it depends on the
flint. but you stand back Of your Oh'
Gle Bob, sonny. and keep yo' fingers
out of your ears, and when you say
bang!-off she goes"
There was a moment of delightfu
expectancy, and then
"Bang!" cried the child, and on the
instant the rifle cracked. DO II
again! Please, Uncle Bob" he cried
wild with delight.
Now if you was to help yo' Uncle
Bob hook up that old mule Of hisn ano