Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-11-26

the gloom Of the unlighted street. In
word plunged" is used advisedly. l
was John Lorimer's way to bolt head
long at any coveted object-usually t
miss it in the end.
It is possible that his native tow
had never appraised young Lorime
at his full value. There was a ting
of bitterness in his heart as he though
of this, that brought the smart o
childish tears to his eyes. The onl!
girl whom he had ever loved had play
ed fast and loose with him for years
He had gone into business early ane
with bright prospects, only to fail Ia
mentally at the end Of twelvemonth
Finally he had conceived the briliian
idea of entering politics.
"A man who makes a failure In eV
erything else" said the elder Lorimel
pessimistically, sis mighty apt to strike
1t right in politics"
So John Lorimer entered the politi
cal arena and the race for sherin o.
Bradley county at the same time
Somewhat to his own surprise ane
thanks to a little of the elder Lori
mer's cash discreetly distributed, ane
the fact that 1t was an on year IN poll
tics anyway, he carried the county oI
a good. safe majority. There was some
thing pathetic in Andrew Lorimer
reception of the news of his sons elec'
ton.
"I thought we would make it,! ne
: said jubilantly. II tell you. money II
the thing, John. Still didn't thlnH
it was in you,. son."
His voice broke oddly.
"And now what am to do with IT.
asked young Lorimer, looking at MI
father helplessly, and little sullenly
"Do with?" The old mans voice
righted itself suddenly.
with the sheriff's office. have tt
do something, don't II"
Andrew Lorimer smothered an oatf
in his beard. -.
"You can get a deputy, can't you?'
he asked coarsely.
That vas the beginning OF trouble
for the sheriff of Bradley county. Il
had not been a very difficult matter te
find a man both able and willing to ac
an his deputy. He was near at hano
IN the person of Richard Hardy, VINO
had been a salesman in the now de-
funct firm Of Hardy & Vaughn. Ano
he had filed the ONCE of deputy we'll
too we'll, in fact. He was the ideal Of
ficer the law-prudent, yet fearless
and the crowning act Of his officia
life, when he had swooped with hi'
little posse upon a band Of horse
thieves and captured the whole gang
had crowned him with laurels and a.
the same time covered the real sherif
with contumely.
"You see," said Agnes Watson III
tie pityingly, "after all, you are th'
sheriff whom the people elected, Johr
not Hardy. And you ought to take
the lead in these things sometimes
Your constituents expect it."
I was out of town." exclaimed Lor
inner. II have told you 80 more thar
once. Agnes. But you and father arr
always finding fault with me. YOU
You are too Indifferent, JOHN sh'
said bluntly, "and. think, too indo
lent as we'll"
A sudden flame kindled in the yount
mans swarthy cheeks.
"I am not Indifferent to you, Agnes
he said pointedly. Il think that no
even you can accuse me Of that.
have borne with a hounds treat
ment-"
Her face paled. I'VE may as vel
have it out once for ALL" she said witt
some spirit. "I am tired Of your re
proaches, John. / have been KIND u
you-far kinder to you than I should
have been, dare say. But 1 mean u
marry man, John Lorimer-neithe'
an idle. who shirks his duty, nor
coward who hides behind all sorts o
clumsy falsehoods while another mar
does his work."
"A man." he repeated. Like you
favorite, Jack Grier. / dare say"
She looked at him little curiously
He is an old friend and school
mate" she said quietly, "of yours a
we'll as mine."
Lorimer laughed bitterly.
You always cared more for hin
than YOU ever did for me. Agnes" n
said. Even when you were lltti
thing with long braids and short skirt
YOU used to turn away from me ant
let him walk home with you. He Is
vasabond who never draws a sobe
breath for days together"
"I think It Is time for you to go
John" said the girl calmly, although
her face was pale and her voice shool
a little. You are tired and out
temper, and so am /. And 1 thinl
that. for the present, at least, you ma
better not come back!"
"I am sorry, Agnes" he waVefe'
uncertainty, though. after all. onl
told you the simple truth. But ] VII
not OlSIu you NS''
She gave a half sob. "Oh, John,
am tired-so tired! 1t is useless
talk TO you: you have made too man
promises. You always lose your tenn
peY. and so do I, and then we bot
,say-things-and regret them after
ward. We might as we'll end 1t frs
as last"
Put that had not ended it. He wa
quite as merciless to her as to him
self. and at last stung beyond endur
.ance, she had told him again to go an
never to come back.
So this is how 1t came about that n
was treading the deserted streets
Rosston at midnight on this storm
night. His brain was teeming wit
plans TO assert himself at last. Sh
had called him cowardly. He woul
show her-he would show the worl
how false the charge had been. VIII
the plotting and planning to captur
the horse thieves had been all his owr
and he had only stayed away at tn
last. because
The rain was falling heavily whe
he reached a deserted house In tn