Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-06-07

volunteers and stevedores and Cuban!
heard him, open -mouthed and will
| panic c-stricken eyes. In the pitiles
sunlight he was a hideous and awfu
spectacle.
They're driving us into the seal" h,
foamed.
We've got to get out Of here, They're
just behind me. The army's running
for its life. They're running away!"
Claiming saw the man dimly
through a cloud that came betweeI
him and the yellow sunlight. The maj
in the saddle swayed. the group abou
him swayed, like persons on the foo
] of a vast ballroom. Inside he burned
with a mad, fierce hatred for thi
shrieking figure in the saddle. HI
raised the tin cup and hurled 1t so tina
it hit the mans purple face.
You lie!" Claiming shouted, stag
gering. You lie! You're a damned
coward. You lie!" He heard his voice
repeating this in different places Al
greater distances. Then the cloud clos
ed about him, shutting out the man ir
the saddle, and the glaring, inscruta'
BILE mountains, and the ground at his
feet and struck him in the face.
Charming knew he was on a boat be.
cause it lifted and sank with him, and
he could hear the rush Of her engines
When he opened his eyes he was in the
wheel house of the Three Friends,
and her captain was at the wheel
smiling down at him. Claiming raised
himself on his elebow.
"The despatch rider?" he asked.
That's all right" said the captain
soothingly. Don't you worry. He
come along same time you fell, and
brought you out to us. What allied
Charming sat up. Il guess So" he
said.
When the Three Friends" reached
Port Antonio, Claiming sought out the
pile of coffee-bags on which he slep,
at night and dropped upon them. Be-
fore this he had been careful to avoid
the place in the daytime, so that no one
might guess that it was there that he
slept at night, but this day he felt that
If he should drop in the gutter he
would not care whether anybody saw
him there or not. His limbs were hot
and heavy and refused to support him
his bones burned like quicklime.
The next morning, with the fever
still upon him, he hurried restlessly
between the wharves and the cable Of
flee, seeking for news There was much
Of it; 1t was great and trying news
the situation outside of Santiago was
grim and critical. The men who had
climbed San Juan Hill were clingine
to it like sailors shipwrecked on a reef
unwilling to remain, but unable to de-
part. If they attacked the city Ger
vera promised to send it crashing about
their ears. They would enter Santiago
only to find it in ruins. If they aban-
doned the hill, 1000 killed and wound
ed would have been sacrificed in vain
The war critics of the press boats
and of the Twitchell House saw but
two courses left open. Either Samp-
son must force the harbor and destroy
the squadron, and so make it possible
for the army to enter the city, or the
army must be reinforced with artil-
lery and troops in sufficient numbers
to make 1t Independent Of Sampson
and Indifferent to Cervera-
On the night of July 2, thousand
lies, a thousand rumors, a thousand
prophecies rolled through the streets
Of Port Antonio, were filed at the ca
BILE office, and flashed to the bulletin
boards Of New York city.
That morning, so they told, the bat
teries on Moro Castle had sunk three
of SIMPSONS ships; the batteries OF
Moro Castle had surrendered to
Sampson; General Miles with 5000
reinforcements had sailed from
Charleston; eighty guns had started
from Tampa Bay, they would occupy
the mountains opposite Santiago and
shell the Spanish fleet; the authorities
at Washington had at last consented
to allow Sampson to run the forts and
mines, and attack the Spanish fleet;
the army had not been fed for two
days, the Spanish had cut 1t off from
it's base at Siboney; the army would
eat it's Fourth of July dinner in the
governors palace; the army was in
full retreat; the army was to attack at
daybreak.
When Charming turned in under the
fruit shed on the night Of July 2, there
was but one press-boat remaining In
the harbor That was the Consolidated
Press boat, and Heating himself was
on the wharf, signaling for his dingy
Charming sprang to his feet and ran
toward him, calling him by name. The
thought that he must for another day
remain so near the march of great
events, and yet not see and feel them
for himself was intolerable. He felt
if it would pay his passage to the
coast of Cuba, there was no sacrifice to
which he would not stoop.
Heating watched him approach, but
without a sign of recognition. His eyes
were heavy and bloodshot.
"Keating," Charming begged as he
halted, painting, won't you take me
with you? I'll not be in the way. and
I'll stoke or wait on table, or anything
you want, If you'll only take me-"
Keating's eyes opened and closed
sleepily. He removed an unlighted ci-
gar from his mouth and shook the wet
end of it at Claiming. as though 1t
were an accusing finger
Il know your game" he murmured
thickly. You haven't got a boat and
YOU want to steal a ride on mine-for
YOUR paper. You can't do 1t, you see
you can't do it."
One of the crew of the dingy climb
ed up the gangway of the wharf and
took Keating by the elbow. He looked
at him and then at Claiming and
winked. He was apparently accus-
toned to this complication. Il haven't
got a paper, Keating," Claiming ar
gued soothingly. who have you go'