Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-03-08
had been inspired by his enemy, for

had been inspired by his enemy, for
Pegloe was Fentress' tenant.
Again he attacked the door; he be-
lieved 1t might be possible to force II
from its hinges, but Pegloe had done
his work too we'll for that, and at last
spent and breathless, the Judge drop
ped down on the edge Of his bed to
consider the situation. He was with
out clothes and he was a prisoner, yet
his mind rose splendidly to meet the
difficulties that beset him. His great
est activities were reserved for wha,
appeared to be only a. season Of des-
pair. He armed himself with three
legged stool he had found and turned
once more to the door, but the stout
planks stood firm under his blows.
Unless 1 get out of here in time I'm
ruined man." thought the judge
After this Fentress will refuse to
meet mel"
The window next engaged his at
tention. That, too, Pegloe had taken
the precaution to fasten, but a single
savage blow of the stool shattered
glass and sash and left an empty space
that framed the dawn's red glow. The
Judge looked out and shook his head
dubiously. It was twelve feet or more
to the ground, risky drop for a gen.
tleman Of his years and build. The
Judge considered making a rope of his
bedding and lowering himself to the
ground by means Of 1t, he remembered
to have read of captives in that inter-
esting French prison. the Bastille. who
did this. However, an equally ingeni-
Gus but much more simple use for his
bedding occurred to him; 1t would
form soft and yielding substance on
which to alight. He gathered 1t up
into his arms, feather-tick and all
and pushed it through the window,
then he wriggled out across the ledge,
feet first, and lowering himself to the
full length of his arms, dropped.
He landed squarely on the rolled-up
bed with a jar that shook him to his
center. Almost gaily he snatched up
a quilt, draping 1t about him after the
manner Of a Roman toga, and thus
lightly habited, started across Mr.. Peg
loe's truck patch. his one thought
Boggs' and the sun. 1t would have
served no purpose to have gone home,
since his entire wardrobe. except for
the shirt on his back, was In the taV-
keepers possession, besides he
had not a moment to lose, for the sun
was peeping at him over the horizon.
Unobserved he gained the edge OF
the town and the highroad that led
past Boggs' and stole fearful glance
over his shoulder. The sun was clear
of the tree-tops, he could even feel
the lifeless dust grow warm beneath
his feet; and wrapping the quilt closer
about him he broke into a labored
run.
Some twenty minutes later Boggs'
came in sight. He experienced mo-
ment of doubt-suppose Fentress mad
been there and gone! 1t was a hide
GUS thought and the judge groaned.
Then at the other end Of the meadow
near the woods he distinguished sew
eral men, Fentress and his friends be-
yond question. The judge laughed
aloud. In spite of everything he was
keeping his engagement, he was pluck
ing his triumph out Of the very dregs
~ fo;Iura The iudpe threw himself
over the fence, a corner of the quilt
caught on one of the rails; he turned
to release It, and in that instant two
pistol shots rang out sharply on the
morning air.
(To be Continued).