Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-09-17

gan, with the sober gravity that he
could never be sure was not one of
her many posses, and not the least al
Turing one do you believe in God,
Kenneth"
The query took him altogether by
surprise, but he made shift to answer
it with becoming seriousness.
II suppose do. Why?"
1T is time to pray to him." she
said softly; Ito pray very earnestly
that Mr.. Galbraith's life may be
spared"
He could not let that stand.
"Why should 1 concern myself, spe-
cially?" he asked, adding: "Of course,
I'm sorry, and all that, but"
Never mind" she interposed, and
she left her chair to walk beside him
to the steps. i've had a hard day,
too, Kenneth, and II guess it has
got on my nerves. But, all the same,
you ought to do it, you know"
He stopped and looked down into
the eyes whose depths he could never
wholly fathom.
why don't you do it?" he demand
ed.
II? oh, God doesn't know me; and,
besides, thought-oh, well, it doesn't
matter what 1 thought. Goodnight.
And before he could return the
leave-taking word, she was gone.
Raymer's prediction that the real
trouble would begin when the attempt
should be made to start the plant with
imported workmen was amply fulfilled
during the militant week which fol-
lowed the opening Of hostilities. Each
succeeding day saw the inevitable in
crease of lawlessness. From taunts
and abuse the insurrectionaries passed
easily to violance. Street fights, when
the trampish pale-takers came in any
considerable numbers, were Of daily
occurrence, and the tale Of the wound
ed grew like the returns from a bat
tie. BY the middle Of the week Ray
mer and Griswold were asking for a
sheriff's posse to maintain peace IN
the neighborhood of the plant; and
were getting their first definite hint
that someone higher up was playing
the game of politics against them.
mo, gentlemen; I've done all the
law requires and a little more" was
the sheriff's response to the plea for
better protection.
I'm other words, Mr.. Bradford,
you've got your orders from the men
higher up, have you?" rasped Girls
void, who was by this time lost to
all sense of expediency.
Il don't have to reply to any such
charge as that" said the chief peace
officer, turning back to his desk; and
so the brittle little conference ended.
"All of which means that we shall
lose the plant guard of deputies that
Bradford has been maintaining" COM
mented Raymer, as they were de-
scending the courthouse stairs; and
again Sdii'S u uC. i<dlSi
in the day the guard was withdrawn,
and Griswold, savagely reluctant, was
forced to make a concession repeated
ly urged and argued for by the cider
men among the strikers, namely, that
the guarding of the company's prop
etty be entrusted to picked squad of
the ex-employees themselves.
During these days of turmoil and
rioting the transformed idealist passed
through many stages of the journey
down a certain dark and mephitic val
ley not of amelioration. Fairness was
gone, and in it's place stood angry re-
sentiment. ready to rend and tear. Pity
and truth were going; the daily re-
port from Margery told of the lessen
ing chance of life for Andrew Gal
braith, and the STRINGS evoked were
neither regretful nor compassionate.
On the contrary, he knew very well
that the news of Galbraith's death
would be a relief for which, in his
heart of hearts, he was secretly thirst
ing.
ITO he Continued)