Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-09-12


birds they sing sweet-'way down
river where Aurelie done come from.
There was a scurry. Ladeau was
out and beaming on Curran, terrier
wise. "Or Mich"--he cried-"we
struck up, talkin' dem oil days! And
I come OFFER my legal knowledge to
dis case, Wiley!"
Legal knowledge?" Curran had
put the unpleasing fact Of Ladeau
away weeks ago-and had paid him
pittances of money. Now he was re-
minded. .l' 20 n'
"I study dat correspondence school
of Pittsburgh when was in Kansas.
All, dat law-it hurt my health. So
carry bats To- Rube. But dat law,
I know heem. advise M'sieu in dis
trouble"
.The Lord will direct me-" Johns
deep voice had the majesty with which
martyrs walked the stake. The iron
was in his soul. Curran felt the vani-
ty Of argument. But Ladeau sniffed
Of some compromise he was about to
make. He went on with a great
harangue Of terms and rights and set
Elements, while the Dane sat in his
Cromwellian faith in the right and
grimly listened. On the table was
shotgun, and hanging on the wall. a
repeating rifle. Outside his lean
hounds watched the road with instant
warning Of approach.
"But here's your family. John
What can you hope. If you get into
trouble, for them?"
God will answer. So I told the
sheriff, Mr.. Curran, when he came to
see me. An eye for an eye a tooth
for a tooth So I told him, and he
went away. The Holiness Brethren
have prayed with me, Mr.. Curran, and
they tell me God will see my cause
Just"
Wiley reasoned charite bly, that this
was to be expected Of a university
that had no windows open to the
sunny side. John, I'd think twice"
Ladeau beamed ingratiatingly. "l
have fought for M'sieu. My legal
knowledge. Tree t'ousand dollars
we demand. I stand by M'sieu to get
hees right. Name Of God-no? Den
we fight"
Curran turned sharply on him
Now, you keep still in this. Ladeau!
Grating on John and Uncle Mich
now, are your"
The Cajun shrugged. II eat.
sleep. UP in dat loft with Uncle
Mich" he sighed, IAN here is dis
room unused. 1t wait TO mam'selle
who run off 70 de stage"
He sighed again depreciating such
foolish amusement. But Curran look
ed past him. 1t was Aurelie's room
Mrs Lindstorm was by his side at the
door. mot a thing changed, Sir
lust waiting for her." She glanced
at John. MY man, think he's sor'
ry. Aurelie was always good girl
kind as could be-" Her toil-wear!
eyes lightened meeting Curran's own
The boys crowded nearer. Old Mich
igan lifted his shaggy head. Alber
the pitiful pedler-agent. raised hi
glance from the catalogues he wa
everlastingly at Even John listened
imperturbably.
Word of Aurelie! Aurelie on II
the world doing some sort Of marvel
Aurelie, their defiant protector, tn
relocated champion Of old day
when she fought the town boys TO
her ragged little brothers! Neve
would one Of them forget
Done comm home!" muttere'
Michigan-"some day."
"And she won't be stuck up, eth
er!" said Peter. "She wrote Knut
she was goin' huntin' with us u
Eagle Point-when Nellie's pup
grew big"
They looked in the tiny room
Spotless, the bed hung in pink an
white chintz contrasting with tn
saualor Of the kitchen room with
out her. Her love Of cleanness. G
pretty things; her buoyant hopeful
ness and nicely spoke in every lint
On the dresser was her latest photo
graph in a frame made OF walnt
tree burl which the boys had foun
in the slough and which Michiga
had dressed from its roughness. l
a pitcher was a spray Of late cosmc
which Mrs. Lindstorm had save
from the last frost. Some way, fc
Aurelie they would shyly bring what
ever of sentiment their hard live
held. Unseen, some grace of loH
she had left for them still hovere'
They were waiting-the little whit
room held the air of a shrine.
> And Curran, who knew of tf
clothes and food mysteriously carrie
, into this house, for which Albert
piteous earnings and Mich's illic
| trade had never sufficed, since job
I was crippled, felt the throb OF the
love. 1t had done more than gi'
[ food, 1t had held them up with hop
E with laughter and with joy. In spi
2 of all; and even John no longer he
y lher the devils agent. But he wou
E not speak Of her.
4 Peter pulled open the drawer to n
= dresser. Here's her little rosar
= Mr.. Curran. We found 1t under Il
clapboards, when the dogs chew'
:, through after a rabbit" The boy
g voice lowered tragically. Paw,
}. throwed it there the night he MAJ
4 her run off-he said 1t was Catholi
!. And we hid it to wait till she com
e home again, Mr.. Curran."
s Wiley took the bronzed chain al
= silver cross. A crude and simp
n piece of work such as child mig
wear. But it was the only remind
It of her vagabond life down-rivt
t Michigan touched it in Currar
e hands.
d Done wore it round her me-
n when I stole her for Old Man CAPITAL
l. Yes, sir, he done wanted a ht'
2, child to lead 'em!"
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