Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-01-09

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move the stock we'd collected. We've
reached the same point now with the
trade in niggers. Between here and
the gulf" he made a wide sweeping
gesture with his arm. II am spotting
the country with my men; there are
two thousand active workers on the
rolls Of the Clan, and as many more
like you, Tom-and FentresS-on
whose friendship I can rely" He
leaned toward Ware. You'd be slow
tom. and you'd be slow to think
couldn't manage this thing when the
times ripe for IT,"
But no trace of this all-sufficlent
sense Of confidence, of which he SEEM
ed so certain, showed on Wares har-
dened visage. He spat away the stump
of his cigar.
Sure as God, 10. Murrell, you
are overreaching yourself! Your white
men are all right. they've got to stick
by you; II they don't they know It's
only a question of time until they get
a knife driven into their ribs-but
niggers-there isn't any real fight in
a nigger, II there was they wouldn't
be here"
| yet you couldn't have made the
whites in Hayti believe that" said
Murrell, with sinister smile.
Because they were no-account
| oh
shaking his head. We'll all go down
in this muss you're fixing fort" he
added
mo, you won't. Tom. I'll look out
for my friends. You'll be warned In
time"
"A hell of a lot of good warning
will do" growled Ware.
1.-The business will be engineered so
that you. and those like you, will not
be disturbed. Maybe the niggers will
have control of the country for day
or two in the thickly settled parts
near the towns; longer, Of course,
where the towns and plantations are
scattering. The end will come In the
swamps and cane-brakes, and the
members of the Clan who don't get
rich while the trouble is at its worst,
will have to stay poor. AS for the
niggers, I expect nothing else than
that they will be pretty we'll extermi-
mated. But look what that will do
for men like yourself, Tom, who will
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slaves!"
"Id like to have some guarantee
that I'd be able to do that! No, sir,
the devils will all go whooping off to
raise hell" Ware shivered at the pic
ture his mind had conjured up. well,
thank God, they're not my niggers!"
he added.
You'd better come with me. Tom,"
said Murrell.
with you?"
"Yes, I'm going to keep New Or
leans for myself; that's a plum I'm
going to pick with the help Of few
f&ends, and I'd cheerfully hang for it
afterward If I could destroy the city
Old Hickory saved-but I expect to-
quit the country in good time; with a
river full Of ships I shan't lack for
means Of escape" His manner was
cool and decided. He possessed In an
eminent degree the .egotism that
makes possible great crimes and great
criminals, and his degenerate brain
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ply as II 1t had been a petty theft.
There's no use in trying to talk you
out Of this, John, but just want to
ask you one thing; you do all you say
you are going to do, and then where
in helrs name will you be safe?"
"I'll take my chances. What have
I been making all my life but the big
gest sort Of chances?-and for little
enough!"
| Ware, feeling the entire uselessness
Of argument uttered a string Of i'm
precautions, and then fell silent. His
acquaintance with Murrell was Of
long standing. 1t dated back to the
time when he was growing into the
management of Belle Plain. A chance
meeting with the outlaw In Memphis
had developed into the closest inti-
macy and the plantation had become
one of the regular stations for the
band of horse-thieves of which Muir
rell had spoken. But time had
wrought its changes. Tom was now in
full control of Belle Plain and its re-
sources, and he had little heart for
such risks as he had once taken.
well, how about the girl. Tom?"
asked Murrell at length, in low even
tone.
THE girl? Oh, Betty, you mean?"
said Ware, and shifted uneasily in his
seat. Haven't you got enough on
your hands without worrying about
her? She don't like you, haven't I
told you that? Think of some one else
for spell, and you'll find it answers
he urged.
What do you think is going to
happen here If I take your advice?
She'll marry one Of these young
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then. Tom, you'll get your orders to
move, out, while her husband takes
over the management Of her affairs
What have you put by anyhow
enough to stock another place."
Nothing. not a damn cent" said
Ware. Murrell laughed incredulous-
ly. Its so. I've turned it all over
more lands, more niggers, bigger
crops each year. Another man might
have saved his little spec. but I
couldn't; I reckon 1 never believed 1t
would go to her, and I've managed
Belle Plain as If I were running 1t for
myself. He seemed to writhe as If
undergoing some acute bodily pain.
And you are in fair way to turn
it all over to her husband when she
marries, and step out Of here beg
gar. unless
1T isn't right. John! l haven't had