Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-02-26

I'm common back, an, when I comes,
I'll need this hyar thing-an' I'll need
hit bad" He took up the rifle, and ran
his hand caressingly along its lock
and barrel.
II don't know when I'm a-comin'."
he said, slowly, "but, when I calls fer
this, I'm shore a-goin' ter need hit
quick. wants hit ter be ready fer me,
day er night. Maybe, nobody won't
know I'm hyar. Maybe, I won't
want nobody ter know. But,
when 1 whistles out thar like a
whippoorwill, I wants We ter slip out
an fotch me thet gun!"
He stopped, and bent forward. His
face was tense, and his eyes were
glinting with purpose. His lips were
tight set and fanatical.
Samson" said the girl, reaching
out and taking the weapon from his
hands, "ef I'm alive when ye comes,
I'll do hit. promise ye. An she add
ed, "ef hain't alive, hit'll be standin'
thar in thet corner. I'll grease hit, an
keep hit loaded, an when ye calls,
I'll fotch hit out thar to ye."
The youth nodded. II mout come
any time, but likely as not I'll hev ter
come a-fightin' when I comes"
Next, he produced an envelope.
"This here is letter I've done writ
ter myself" he explained. He drew
out the sheet and read:
Samson, come back" Then he
handed the missive to the girl. "Thet
there is addressed ter me, in care OF
Mr.. Lescott. Eff anything hap
Unc Spicer needs mel
wants yer ter mail thet ter me quick.
He says as how he won't never call
me back, but Sally, wants tibet you
shall send fer me, eff they needs me.
I hain't a-goin' ter write no letters
home. Unc' Spicer can't read, an you
can't read either. But I'll plumb
shore be thinkin' about ye day an
night
Sne gulped and nodded.
"Yes, Samson" was all she said.
The boy rose.
II reckon I'd better be gettin'
along" he announced.
The girl suddenly reached out both
hands, and seized his coat. She held
held him tight, and rose, facing him.
Her upturned face grew very paid,
and her eyes widened. They were dry
and her eyes were tightly closed, but,
through the fearless pupils in the
fre-light, the boy could read her soul,
and her soul was sobbing.
Her drew her toward him, and held
her very tight.
Sally" he said, in a voice which
threatened to choke, II wants ye ter
take keer Of yeself. Ye hain't like
these other gals round here. Ye hain't
got big hands an feet. Ye KANT stand
es much es they kin. Don't stay out
in the night air too much-an', Sally
fer Gods sake take keer Of yeself!"
He broke off and picked up his hat.
"An' that gun, Sally" he repeated
at the door, that there's the most
precious thing I've got. I loves hit
better than anything. Take keer Of
hit"
Again, she caught at his shoulders.
Does We love hit better'n We do me,
she demanded.
He hesitated.
II reckon ye knows how much I
loves ye, Sally" he said, slowly, "but
I've done made a promise, an thet
guns a-goin' ter keep hit fer me-"
They went together out to the stile,
he still carrying his rifle, as though
loath to let it go, and she crossed
with him to the road.
AS he united his reins, she threw
her arms about his neck, and for
long while they stood there under the
clouds and stars, as he held her close.
there was no eloquence Of leave-tak-
ing, no professions Of undying love,
for these two heads were inarticulate
and dizzy clinging to a wilderness
code Of self-repression-a they had
reached a point where speech would
have swept them both away to
breakdown.
(To be Continued).