Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-02-20

his raft. We tied up to the sho' thi!
morning. 1t was there we met Mr.
Carrington-Td knowed him slightly
back yonder in Moth Carolina" con-
tiuued Yancy. He said I'd find Han
nibal with you. I was counting
heap on seeing my nevvy."
Darlington, no longer able to contro
himself, swung about on his heel.
What's been done?" he asked, will
fierce repression. What's going to b'
done? Don't you know that every
second is precious?"
II am about to conclude my investi.
cations, sir" said the judge with dig
nifty.
Darlington stepped to the door. AT.
ter all, what was there to expect Of
these men? Whatever their interest
it was plainly centered in the boy. He
passed out into the hail.
AS the door closed on him the judge
turned again to the Scratch Hitler.
"Mr. Yancy, Mr.. Mahaffy and I hold
your nephew in the tenderest regard
he has been our constant companion
ever since you were lost to him. In
this crisis you may rely upon US; we
are committed to his recovery, no mat
ter what 1t involves" The judges tone
was one of unalterable resolution.
II reckon you-all have been mighty
good and kind to him." said Yancy
huskily.
I'VE have endeavored to be, MT
Yancy-indeed 1 had formed the reso-
luton legally to adopt him should you
not come to claim him. I should have
given him my name and made him my
heir. His education has already be-
gun under my supervision" said the
Judge, remembering the high use to
which he had dedicated one Of Peg
loe's trade labels, fairly glowed with
philanthropic fervor.
Think of that" murmured Yancy
softly. He was deeply moved. So was
Mr.. Cavendish, who was gifted with a
wealth of ready sympathy. He thrust
out a hardened hand to the Judge.
"Shake!" he said. You're q heap
better than you look" A thin ripple
of laughter escaped Mahaffy, but the
judge accepted Chills and Fever's prof
fered hand. He understood that here
was q simple, genuine soul.
Price, isn't it important for US to
know VIII" Mr.. Yancy thinks the boy
has been taken back to North Caro-
lina?" said Mahaffy.
Just what kin is Hannibal to you,
Mr.. Yancy?" asked the Judge resum-
ing his seat.
Strictly speaking, he amt none.
That he come to live with me is all
owing to Mr. Crenshaw, who's good
man when left to himself, but he's got
a wife, 80 a body may say he never is
left to himself" began Yancy; and
then briefly he told the story Of the
woman and the child much as he had
told it to Bladen at the Barony the
day of General Quintards funeral.
The Judge, his back to the light and
his face in the shadow, rested his left
elbow on the desk and with his chin
sunk in his palm, followed the Scratch
Killers narrative with the closest at
tention.
And General Quintard never saw
him-never manifested any interest
in him." the words came slowly from
the judges lips. he seemed to gulp
down something that rose in his throat.
Poor little lad" he muttered, and
again, Poor little lad!"
Never once, sir. He told the slaves
to keep him out of his sight. We-all
wondered, fo' you know how niggers
will talk. We thought maybe he was
some kin to the Quintards. but we
figure out how. The old gen.
eral never had but one child and she
had been dead fo' years. The child
have been hers, nohow." YAM
cy paused.
The Judge drummed idly on the desk.
What implacable hate-what iron
pride!" he murmured, and swept his
hand across his eyes. Absorbed and
aloof he was busy with his thoughts
that spanned the waste Of years-years
that seemed to glide before him in re-
view, each bitter with its hideous
of shame and defeat. Then
from the smoke of these lost battles
emerged the lonely figure Of the child
as he had seen him that June night.
His ponderous arm stiffened where 1t
had rested on the desk, he Strengthened
up in his chair and his face assumed
its customary expression Of battered
dignity, while a smile at once wistful
and tender lowered about his lips.
lone other question" he said. "Un-
til this man Murrell appeared you
had no trouble with Bladen? He was
content that you should keep the child
your right to Hannibal was never
Never, sir; all my troubles began
about that time"
"Murrell belongs in these parts" "
said the judge.
I'D admire fo' to meet him." said
Yancy quietly.
The Judge grinned.
Il place my professional services at
your disposal" he said. Yours Is
clear case of felonious assault"
mo, it amt sir-I look at it this-a-
ways; it's a clear case of my giving
him the damnedest sort of body
beating!"
Sir" said the judge, I'll hold your
hat while you are about it,"
Hicks had taken his time in re-
spending to the judges summons, but
now his step sounded in the hall and
throwing open the door he entered the
room. Whether consciously or not, he
had acquired something Of that surly,
forbidding manner which was charac-
teristic Of his employer. A curt nod
of the head was his only greeting.
(To be Continued).
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