Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-01-05

even he had TO make beginning. LII
torch of .ience wasn't lit in a day
you must be willing to wait: bu
you've got a good sick room manner
Have you ever thought Of opening a
undertaker's shop? If you couldn'
cure them you might bury them"
A certain hot afternoon brough
them into the shaded main street o
struggling village. Near the doc
of the principal building, a fran
tavern, a man was seated with his fee
on the horseback. There was no othe
sign of human occupancy.
How do you do, sir?' said tn
Judge, halting before this solitary in
dividual, whom he conjectured to b
the landlord The man nodded, thrust
ing his thumbs into the armholes o
his vest. What's the name of thi
bustling metropolis?" continued tn
Judge, cooking his head on one side.
AS he spoke Bruce Darlington ap
peared in the tavern door; pausini
there, he glanced curiously at the shah
by wayfarers.
This is Raleigh, in Shelby county
Tennessee, one of the states OF tn
Union of which, no doubt you'V
heard rumor in your wanderings," salt
the landlord.
Are YOU the voice from the tomb? ?
inquired the judge in tone of playful
sarcasm.
Darlington, amused, sauntered to-
ward him.
That's one for you, Mr. Pegloe," III
said.
"I am charmed to meet gentleman
whose spirit of appreciation shows
his familiarity with a literary allu
sion," said the judge, bowling.
I'VE amt so dead as we look" saiC
Pegloe. Just you keep on to Boggs
race track, straight down the road
and you'll find that out-everybody'i
there to the hoss-racing and shooting
match. 1 reckon you've missed tn
hoss-racing, but you'll be in time To-
the shooting. Why amt you there
Mr.. Carrington?"
I'm going now, Mr.. Pegloe," answer
ed Darlington, as he followed th'
Judge, who with Mahaffy and the bo!
had moved off.
Better stop at Boggs'" Peglo'
called after them.
But the Judge had already formed
his decision. Horse-racing and shoot
ing matches were suggestive of tina
progressive spirit, the absence of which
he had so much lamented at the jai
raising at Pleasantville. Memphis wal
their. objective point, but Boggs' be
came a side issue Of Importance. The!
had gained the edge of the village
when Darlington overlook them. HI
stepped to Hannibars side.
Here, let me carry that long rifle
son!" he said. Hannibal looked up int
his face, and yielded the piece with
out a word. Darlington balanced 1
on his big, muscular palm. Il reckon
it can shoot-these old guns are hare
| to beat! ne observed.
She's the clostest shooting rifle
ever sighted" said Hannibal prompt
| ly. You had ought to see the judge
shoot her-my, he never misses!"
| Darlington laughed.
THE clostest shooting rifle you eve
sighted-eh?" he repeated. why
aren't you afraid of it?"
NO" said Hannibal scornfully
But she kicks you some if you don
hold her right"
There was a rusty name plate OF
the stock of the old sporting rifle; thi
had caught Carrington's eye.
Whats the name here? oh, Tur
berville."
The judge, a step or two in advance
wheeled in his tracks with a startling
suddenness.
What" he faltered, and his fac
was ashen.
Nothing, was reading the nam
here: it is yours, sir, SUPPOSE" sail
Darlington.
The color crept slowly back into tn
judges cheeks, but tremulous ham
stole up to his throat.
NO. sir-no; my name is Price-Slo
cum Price! Turberville-Turbervi
he muttered thickly, staring stupidi
at Darlington.
It's not a common name: you seen
to have heard it before" said the lat
ter.
A spasm of pain spread over tn
judges face.
1--we heard it. The name is Of
the rifle, you say?"
Here on the stock, yes"
The Judge took the gun and exam
ined it in silence.
Where did you get this rife, Han
nibal?" he at length asked brokenly.
Il fetched it away from the Barony
sir: Mr.. Crenshaw said might hav
it."
The judge gave a great start and
hoarse inarticulate murmur stole fror
between his twitching lips.
THE Barony-the Barony-wha
Barony? The Quintard seat in Mort
Carolina is that what YOU mean?
Yes" said the boy.
The judge as though stunned, stare
at Hannibal and stared at the riff
where the rusted name plate dance
before his eyes.
What do YOU know of the Barony
Hannibal?" The words came slowl
from the judges lips and his face ha
gone gray again.
Il lived at the Barony once, unit
Uncle Bob took me to Scratch Hill I
be with him. 1t were Mr.. CrenshaN
said l was to have the old spo'tin' ri
he," said Hannibal.
"You-you lived at the Barony?" re
peated the judge. and a dull stupi
wonder struck through his tone, h
passed a shaking hand before his eye:
How long ago-when?" he continued
Il don't know how long 1t were, bu
until Uncle Bob carried me away afte
the old general died"
The judge slipped hand under tn
child's chin and tilted his face bac