Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-09-17

cause you're started on the universal
errand Of getting matrimonially un-
twisted you've got face that's got the
morning after countenance faded to a
frazZle."
shut up" growled the railroad mag
nate, then snarled again when the dar-
ky factotum brought in a card.
Il told you I wouldn't see anybody
again." he said.
"Yes, sah." said the darkey, but
this heah old party, he says he's a
minister, sab, and you know him very
we'll. sab; he says to tell you he mar
ried you, sah."
What the devil'-The president
seized the card. 1.-The Rev. william
Faxon.' AS I live it's.the truth. Bring
him in"
He spoke rapidly to his friend as the
darkey disappeared. Now remember.
not a word about this Reno business to
Faxon. I haven't seen him or thought
Of him since the day I was married,
although know him well-used to go
to his church when / was kid. The
papers haven't caught on to my di-
vorce proceedings yet, and Faxon is
the kind that'll never dream anything.
Always was an impractical cuss. BY
Jove"-he stopped with mouth wide
open. do you know believe I never
paid Faxon his wedding fee?
mo, you didn't, Charles" said the
soft, gentle voice Of the old preacher as
the darkey brought him in, "and when
saw in the paper this morning, that
you'd be here for this little time, said
to myself. I'll just go up and collect
that fee."
He smiled whimsically and the 9TH
ers laughed outright. The genial, gen.
tie old presence seemed to drive away
the shadows. But tell me, Charles"
the clergyman went on, what about
Fanny? Is she with you?"
mot this trip" the railroad man re-
Joined grimly. "she couldn't get away
from New York"
"She was the sweetest bride ever
read the marriage service for" the old
voice went on garrulously, "and she
adored you."
"Is she we'll and happy?" the old man
asked, while the man in the back
ground watched the spectacle Of a man
on the rack, smiling at his tormentor.
Yes, very we'll, and think very
happy" The voice held so much bit
terness that the railroad mans friend
shivered, but the old preacher went on
unheeding.
well, then, Charles, think I'll tell
you what my fee will be for all this
happiness, with interest for all these
years since"
President Richards looked up, caught
by a tense note in the old mans voice.
IT want you to build me church.
And to the man whom he vaguely
realized to be a man Of millions and OF
power but whom he remembered only
as the harum- -scarum, headstrong lad
who had come to him for the only ad-
vice the boy Of those days ever asked
or took, he poured out his heart, told
the story of the trustees meeting and
of the proposition he had made them.
"And you undertook to build the
church without knowing where q cent
was coming from?" demanded Rich
ards when the old man stopped.
"Yes," the minister returned grave
ly, II knew the Lord would provide
well, elder'+the millionaire's face
was alert, and It's look Of melancholy
had disappeared-"such unmitigated
nerve ought to be rewarded. Pity you
are a preacher. I'd like to take you
down to Wall street: How much do
you want?"
Twenty thousand dollars" The old
man spoke falteringly. His prospec-
tive good fortune was beginning to
frighten him.
Take twenty five," e,I Richards
genially, "and give those old codgers
a pipe organ for good measure"
81 don't know how to thank you,
Charles" said the elder, putting out
tremulous hand. May Gods blessing
20 with you and Fanny. Give my love
to her and kiss her once for the old
elder when you see her again"
He had scarcely gone when the rail-
road president set the stationyard men
in a furry by his orders tc attach his
car to a New York bound train.
"Why. what in the world are you do
ing?" asked his friend. Il thought you
were bound for Reno"
I'm going to take the old mans
message back to Fanny" said the mill
lionaire.