Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-04-28
CHAPTER XIV.
rLa Mayor welcomed Home.

former.
WELL she said, you know now, l
suppose. And it didn't do you no
harm to wait. 1 sure am glad this 10
do is all over, and that child is safe
And l hope you'll remember what
said. 1t amt no work for a woman
no how, what with the shooting and
the late hours"
Your words" said Mr.. Magee are
engraved on my heart" He proceeded
10 gather her baggage with his own
and was thus engaged when kendricK
came up. The shadow of his discov-
ery in the smoking car an hour before
still haunted his sunken eyes, but MS
Iips were half smiling with the new
ioy OF living that had come TO MIN.
Mr.. Magee," he began, Il hardly
need mention that the terrible thing
which happened-in there's De-
tween you and me-and the man
who's dead. No one must know.
Least of all, the girl who is to become
my wife-it would embitter her whole
life-as IL has mine.
Don't say that" Magee pleaded.
You will forget in time. I'm sure
And you may trust me-I had forgot
ten already" And indeed he had, on
the instant when his eyes fell upon
the Reuton Star.
Miss Thornhill approached, her
dark smiling eyes on Magee. Ken
drick looked at her proudly ana
spoke suddenly, determinedly:
you're right. l will forget. She
shall help me-"
A shadow had fallen upon the train
the shadow of the huge Reuton
station. In the half light on the
platform, Mr.. Magee encountered the
mayor of Reuton. Above the lessen
ing roar of the train, there sounded
ahead of them the voices Of men In
turmoil and riot Mr.. Cargan turned
upon Magee a face as placid and dis
passionate as that Of one who enters
an apple orchard in May.
THE boys" he smiled grimly, wei
coming me home"
Then the train came to stop, ana
Mr. Magee looked down into a great
array Of faces and heard for the nrst
time the low, unceasing rumble OF an
angry mob. Afterward he marveled
at that constant cultural roar, how II
went on and on, humming like a tune
never stopping, disconnected quite
from the occasional shrill or heavy
voices that rang out in distinguish
able words. The mayor looked coolly
down into those upturned faces, he
listened a moment to the rumble or a
thousand throats; then he took on
his derby with satiric politeness.
Glad to see one and all!'' he cried.
And now above the mutterings,
angry words could be heard. That's S
him." That's 100000 Cargan!
"How's the weather on Baldpate?'
and other sarcastic filings about tar
and feathers.
A squad of policemen who had en-
tered the car from the rear forced
their way out on to the platform.
Want us to see you through the
crowd, Mr.. Cargan?" the lieutenant
asked.
New boots and cries ascended to
the station rafters. WHO pays the
police?" I'VE do" who owns 'em? p
"Cargan." Thus question and answer
were handled back and forth. Again
a voice demanded in strident tones
the ignominious tar and feathers.
Jim Cargan had not risen from the
slums to be master of his town with
out a keen sense of the theatric. He
ordered the police back into the car
And stay there!" he demanded. The
lieutenant demurred. One look from
the mayor sent him scurrying. Mr.
Cargan took from his pocket a big
cigar and calmly lighted it.
Some of them guys out there ne
remarked to Magee, belong to the
Sunday school crowd. Pretty actions
for them, pillars of the church howl
ing like beasts"
And, still, like that of beasts, the
mutter of the mob went on, now in ar
undertone, now louder, and still that
voice that first had plead for tar and
feathers pie still for feathers and
tar. And h, a group preferred the
rope.
r1
smile of a child on his great face, mis-
cigar tilted at one angle, his derby al
another, the mayor of Reuton walked
nnfiinchingly.
The roar became mad, defiant But
Cargan stepped forward boldly Now
he reached the leaders of the mob. He
pushed his way in among them, smil'
ing, but determined. They closed II
on him. A little man got firmly in hi:
path. He took the little man by the
shoulders and stood him aside witt
some friendly word. And now he wa:
past ten rows or more of them on hi:
way through. and the crowd began tt
scurry away. They scrambled like
ants, clawing at one anothers back:
10 make q path.
And so finally, between two rows o.
them, the mayor of Reuton went hi!
way triumphantly. Somewhere. or
the edge of the crowd, an admirint
voice spoke. Hello, JIM" The may
or waved his hand. The rumble o
their voices ceased at last. Jim Car
gan was still master of the city.
Say what you will" remarked Mr.
Magee TO the professor as they stood
together on the platform of the car
there goes a man."
He did not wait to hear the profes
sOr's answer, for he saw the girl o
the Upper Asquewan station standin,
on a baggage truck far to the left o
the mob wave to him over thei
heads Eagerly he fought his wa,
to her side. 1t was hard fight. TIL
crowd would not part for him as
had parted for the man who owned
the city.
Hello, Mr.. Holdup Mani" The gir
seized Mr. Magees proffered ham
and leaped down from the truck t