Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-07-08

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Curran never had any money, and the
Van Harris did not take kindly to Har-
lan's connection with the project.
AS the two stood chuckling on the
corner, from the court house windows
there came the below of mans voice.
1t Jared and reverberated far down
High street with its sleepy homes
tucked in the dust, a red lamp here
and there. famed by the air Of odor-
Gus country. Then came a silence. 1t
was as If the entire town, the sober
decent community, stopped, shocked
by some blasphemy. But what the two
men on the corner heard now was the
voice Of Harlan's father, quiet, sure.
insistent with authority against the
hoarse passion of the other: ''The
court can not-"theyr could only catch
word here. and there-'intolerable
... the law -. Mr.. Bailiff
:. John Lindstrom. Contempt
Then a lower bull-like answer dying
away; and the shuttle Of feet. n...
Harlan ran across the lawn with
Wiley following. AS they entered the
basement by the jail door little pro-
cession came down: a big rough man,
and by his side, Marryat, the sheriff.
The prisoner looked ahead, his blue
eyes dulled, the weeks growth of
beard on his face twisted into ugly
lines. His right sleeve swung empty
from the elbow. Behind him was Lafe
Mason, his attorney, perplexed, .whis-
pering to Jewett, the pot-bellied dis
trict attorney who listened apatheti-
cally. ... .,...
The big man went down. At the jail
door he stopped and raised his huge
fist to shake it UP the stairs. Harlan
saw there his father who had just
come out of his chambers and was
watching Lindstrom, his face study
in control, in breeding, against the
others primal anger.
Damn the law!"
. Lindstroin strobe on. Damn the
COURT" He turned with Marryat's
hand on his shoulder. The jurors, loi-
tering, whispering, putting on their
coats, were silent. The Judge looked
steadfast at the prisoner as II in him
self was the spiritual inviolability of
the law which could listen and endure;
which had pronounced and could be
patient. Harlan was at his side, and
now his firm lips moved. 'Iindstrom
lost his case. He had none|I directed
against him. The law is clear"-he
stopped, and for an instant Harlan
had glimpse Of the outrage and hor-
ror in his fathers soul-"he cursed
the law. I ant him down for con-
tempt" The judge shivered though
the air was warm. Come on-let us
get the fruit for your mother" o.
The young man did not follow at
once. He, too. seemed dazed, but more
at his fathers suffering than at Lind
strom's crime. And as he watched the
jailer search Lndstrom, taking from
his pockets knife, a bit of string, a
nickel and a piece Of tobacco, all pite-
Gus and inutile, this pocket Of a poor
man-Harlan saw a group on the court
house lawn outside. Two bare-legged
and terrified boys and a girl who seem
ed mothering them against this great
fear. Lindstrom saw them also. His
one fist shot up over the heads Of the
jailers. ""Ay home with you, lads!
Knute and Peter! There'll be no more
school, now. Damn their law, their
taxes and their schools! I'll have nc
more of it for me or mine!"
The girl under the arc-light looked
back silently. "And you, too, Aurelie!'
the big man roared. I've fed you In
my house, but there'll be no more
school for you!" 49,, ...
Wiley Curran had started forward
with a cry. The judges son was mute
But it seemed that there was craven
on his soul more than the picture
there. AS If on the velvet lawn, agains,
the peace and order Of the town, the
rich fat land attentive, life had beer
taken in shame; or more than a life
for on the souls of the workingman's
children there was wrought hate fol
all time. He was conscious now thai
Curran was angrily shouting wild
words; that the two lads had fled, ant
that the slender girl, with a last lool
as If her bitterness were too large tc
hurl at them, was following.
The young man felt an intolerable
revulsion. He suddenly ran to the cor.
ner, staring after her and then dashed
on along a street leading to the bluff
When he reacheL it he saw the gir
on the trail among the rocks, running
with the 1.-the swiftness Of a doe. He
shouted after her:
"Aurelie! Aurelie!"
But no answer came down from the
leafy cliff. And after a moment some
guilty consciousness stilled his tongue
His class, his kind, his tradition, th'
blood behind him fought down nj!
mans rebellion. He went back to th'
square where his father was waiting II
the buggy. The men of the town hat
| scattered from the place of justice.
CHAPTER III.
| The Discard.