Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-12-03
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tor.
Saints of heaven! you're bacl
again, are you?" said he. mo, you
girl amt here; she was sick after yo'
was put down, and the folks at th'
Mission took her away"
Took her away-where? demand
ed Moll, wildly.
WELL" answered Joseph, "she lef
the place writ on paper for you, un
beknown to any one, and she gave l
to me, and says she, Some ladies o
the Mission have found me a respect
able lodging, and work for to do
Some day my mother'll be 'cominl
here to look for me, and, bad as sh,
is, 1 can't hide myself away from her
she may be penitent, she may need me
so I'll leave this with you to give Il
her, Joseph"
He produced from the pocket Of hi
greasy, ragged garments a scrap o.
paper, on which a few words were
scrawled, but he was careful to holc
it beyond the reach of the hand tha
Moll Dill thrust out to him eagerly.
How do you know you're penitent
Moll?" he leered. Moreover, ain
a-going to take charge of this paper
three months for nothing. You've go
to give me fair price, afore you car
have it."
And what have I got to give you?'
cried Moll fiercely. Hand 1t here
you scoundrel! Do you want to keeI
me away from my girl-me, her moth.
err"
"A nice mother you've been to her!
sneered Mr.. Joseph. BLESS me!
don't believe there's one drop of your
blood in her, Moll. She's no more
like you than whites like black"
Whats that to you?"' scowled Moll
with an oath; "give me that paper
haven't heard one word from hel
since was put down."
You can have it when you pay fol
It," replied Joseph, airily. You've
shoes on your feet, I see. and a shaw
to your back; you've money too,
dare say. You're a sly one, Moll-
folks think you've been a lady in your
day"
Its small matter to you, or to any
one else, what I've been," hissed Moll
Here, you vampire, take the shoes
take the shawl, and give me her little
paper-give it to me, I say, or I'll Kill
you!"
She looked fully capable Of fulfilling
the threat, as, finging the above
mentioned articles straight in his
cunning, swarthy face, she snatched
the slip from him and made off, un-
shod, uncovered, down the noisy, i'll
favored street
In the light of a shop window she
paused to read the address scribbled
on the paper-Moll could read and
write-yea, she had a good store OF
book-knowledge, too. Then, setting
her face westward, she crossed one or
two thoroughfares, scurried through
several dark and intricate ways, and
finally reached a secluded court in a
locality which, however poor 1t might
be, was respectable.
Here Moll paused irresolute and
looked around. AS she did so, firm
step sounded on the pavement at her
back and a tall young fellow swung
past her, whistling popular air in
light, happy key. Moll seized his arm.
Sir" she cried, do you know If
there's anybody living hereabouts by
the name Of Mercy Dill?-a young girl
sir, that does fine sewing for living?'
In the meager light of the old court
she made a sorry figure indeed-her
shawl gone, her hair blowing loose
about her haggard, weary face, her
feet bare, her black eyes burning like
Goals of fire. The young fellow stared
at her blankly.
Mercy Dill, he repeated, Miss Dill
In heavens name, what do you want
Of her?"
LIN NeT IlOlHeT.
1.-The deuce you are!"
us she here, I say?"
Hold on a bit Are you quite sure
you haven't made mistaken
Quite sure, sir. I know what you
think, but I'm her mother for all that
I come from Deer Island-I was put
down there three months ago."
The young fellow muttered some
thing under his breath, then he said
aloud in a very annoyed tone
well, come along! It's two or three
doors ahead. 1 hope she'll be glad to
see you, that's ALL"
He strobe on in advance Of Moll, and
paused before an old wooden house at
the end of the court. Plenteous 1t was
in dust mold and decay, but it wore
decent air. A trellis whereon a sickly
grapevine clung darkened some Of the
lower windows, and at the entrance a
placard informed the public that there
were lodgings to let inside. The young
fellow took key from his pocket and
unlocked the door, Moll stepped into
shabby little entry from which as
cended a fight of narrow stairs cover
ed with oil cloth.
stay here" said her guide, shortly
while speak to Miss Dill"
He mounted the stair in way that
told he did not like his errand, and
passing along an upper entry, stopped
before a door from under which
beam Of lamp-light shone brightly.
Inside could be heard a girls voice,
silver sweet, singing these words of a
hymn learned no doubt at some mis-
sion school.
Come, ye disconsolate, where'er we
languish,
Come to the mercy-seat, fervently
kneel;
Here bring your wounded hearts-here
tell your anguish
Earth has no sorrow that heaven
cannot heal"
The young fellow knocked timidly.
The voice ceased, a step crossed the
floor, the dor opened, and on Its
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