Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-01-05

forward. Darlington had been regard
ling Hannibal with a quickened inter
lest.
"Hello!" he said, as the judge moved
off. You're the boy I saw at Scratch
HILL"
Hannibal gave him a frightened
glance and edged to Mr.. Mahaffyt
lside, but did not answer him.
whats become of Bob Yancy?
Darlington went on. He looked from
Mahaffy to the Judge; externall!
neither of these gentlemen was calcu
lated to inspire confidence. Mahaffy
!keenly alive to this fact, returned Car
rington's glance with a fixed and hos
title stare. Come" said Carringtor
good-naturedly, you surely remember
lme?"
Yes, sir: l reckon I do
Cant you tell me about Mr.. Yancy?'
No, sir; I don't know exactly where
he is"
But how did you get here?" persist
ed Darlington.
Suddenly Mahaffy turned on him.
Don't YOU see he's with us?" he
said truculently.
well, my dear sir, 1 certainly In
tended no offense!" rejoined Caring
ton rather hotly.
Mahaffy was plainly disturbed, the
debased currency Of his affection was
,f,hn
concerned, and he eyed the river man
askance. He was prepared to give
the lie should he set up any claim to
the boy.
The Judge plodded forward, his shoul-
ders dropped, and his head bowed. Fol
once silence had fixed its seal upon his
lips, no inspiring speech fell from
them. He had been suddenly swept
back into a past he had striven these
twenty years and more to forget, and
his memories shaped themselves fan
tastically. Surely If ever a man had
quilted the world that knew him he
was that man! He had died and ye;
he lived-lived horribly, without SOU
or heart, the empty shell Of man.
A turn in the road brought them
within sight of Boggs' race-track, a
wide level meadow. The judge paused
irresolutely, and turned his bleared
face on his friend.
We'll stop here, Solomon" he said
rather YEARLY, for the spirit of boast
and jest was quite gone out Of him. He
glanced toward Darlington. Ore you
resident of these parts" he said.
I've been in Raleigh three days al
together" answered Darlington, falling
into step at his side, and they contin-
ued on across the meadow in silence.
do you observe the decorations OF
those refreshment booths?-the taste
full disposition of our national colors
sir?" the Judge presently inquired.
Darlington smiled; he was able to
follow his companions train OF
thought.
They were elbowing the crowd now
Here were men from small clearings
In homespun and butternut or fringed
hunting shirts, with their women folk
trailing after them. Here, too. In lesser
numbers, were the lords of the soil
the men who counted their acres by
the thousand and their slaves by the
score. There was the flutter Of skirts
among the moving groups, the nodding
of gay parasols that shaded fresh
young faces, while occasionally a
comfortable family carriage with some
planters wife or daughter rolled ST.
lently over the turf; for Boggs' race
track was a famous meeting place
where families that saw one another
not above once or twice year, friends
who lived days hard drive apart even
when summer roads were at their best,
came as to a common center.
The judges dull eye kindled, the
haggard lines that had streaked his
face erased themselves. This was life,
opulent and full. These swift rolling
carriages with their handsome women,
these we'll dressed men on foot, and
splendidly mounted, all did their part
toward lifting him out Of his gloom
He settled his hat on his head with a
rakish slant and his walk became a
strut, he courted observation; he
would have been grateful for word
even a jest at his expense.
A cry from Hannibal drew his at
tention. Turning, he was in time to
see the boy bound away. An instant
later, to his astonishment, he saw a
young girl who was seated with two
men in an open carriage, spring to the
ground, and dropping to her knees put
her arms about the tattered little figure
why, Hannibal!" cried Betty NAL
roy.
Miss Betty! Miss Betty!" and Han
nibal buried his head on her shoulder
What is it, Hannibal; what is It
dear?"
Nothing, only I'm so glad to find
you"
I'm glad to see you, tool" said Bet
ty. as she wiped her tears away. When
did you get here, dear?"
I'VE got here just today, Miss Betty
said Hannibal.
Mr.. Ware, careless as to dress, with
wiry black beard of weeks growth
decorating his chin and giving an un-
kempt appearance which his express
sion did not mitigate, it being Of the
sour and fretful sort, scowled down or
the child. He had favored Boggs
with his presence, not because he felt
the least interest in horse-racing, but
because he had no faith in girls, and
Especially had he profound mistrust oi
Betty. She was so much easily porta-
BILE wealth, a pink-faced chit ready tc
fall into the arms of the first man who
proposed to her, but Charley Nortor
had not seemed disturbed by the plant
ers forbidding air. Between these two
there existed complete reciprocity o.
feeling, inasmnch as Toms presence
was as distasteful to Norton as his
own presence was distressing to Ware
Where is your Uncle Bob, Hanni'
bal?" Betty asked, glancing about, ant