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

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intimates that he realized they'd get
him." yet he sought to prolong his
term of escape.
Yesterday morning Jesse Purvy had
risen early as usual, and, after sat
isfying breakfast, had gone to his
store to arrange for the days busi-
ness. One or two Of his henchmen,
seeming loafers, but in reality body
guard, were lounging within call.
married daughter was chatting with
her father while her young baby
lplayed among the barrels and cracker
boxes.
=, The daughter went to the rear win.
dow and gazed up at the mountain
The cloudless skies were still in hid
ing behind a curtain Of mist. The
woman was idly watching the vanish
ing fog wraiths, and her father came
over to her side. Then the baby cried
and she stepped back. Purvy himself
remained at the window. 1t was
thing he did not often do. 1t left him
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guarded life has its moments Of re-
laxed vigilance. He stood there pos
sibly thirty seconds, then sharp fu-
sillade Of clear reports barked out and
was shattered by the hills into a long
reverberation. With hand clasped
to his chest, Purvy turned, walked to
the middle Of the floor, and fell.
| The henchmen rushed to the open
sash. They leaped out and plunged
up the mountain, tempting the assas-
sins fire, but the assassin was satis-
fed. The mountain was again as
quiet as it had been at dawn. Inside,
at the middle Of the store, Jesse Purvy
shifted his head against his daugh-
ter's knee and said, as one stating an
expected event:
well, they've got me-"
An ordinary mountaineer would
have been carried home to die in the
darkness of a dirty and windowless
shack. The long-suffering star Of Jesse
Purvy ordained otherwise. He might
go under or he might once more beat
his way back and out Of the quick
sands Of death. At all events, he would
fight for life to the last gasp.
Twenty miles away in the core of
the wilderness, removed from a rail-
road by a score Of semi-perpendicular
miles, a fanatic had once decided to
found a school.
Now a faculty Of ten men taught
such as cared to come such things as
they cared to learn. Higher up the
hillside stood a small, but model hos
pital, with a modern operating table
and a case Of surgical instruments,
which, it was said, the state could not
surpass.
To this haven Jesse Purvy, the muir
| der lord, was borne in litter carried
on the shoulders Of his dependents.
Here, as his steadfast guardian star
decreed, he found two prominent med
ical visitors, who hurried him to the
operating table. Later he was re-
moved to a white bed, with the June
sparkle in his eyes, pleasantly modu-
lated through drawn blinds, and the
June rustic and bird chorus in his
ears-and his own thoughts in his
brain.
Conscious, but in great pain, Purvy
beckoned Jim Asberry and Aaron Hol-
lis, his chiefs of bodyguard, to his bed
side and waved the nurse back out of
hearing.
IF I don't get WE'LL" he said feebly,
there's a job for you two boys.
reckon you know what it is?"
They nodded, and Asberry whis-
pered a name:
Samson South?"
"Yes," Purvy spoke in whisper;
but the old vindictiveness was not
smothered. "You got the old man,
reckon you can manage the cub. If
you don't he'll get you both one day.
The two henchmen scowled.
"Tll git him tomorrer," growled AS
berry Thar amt no sort Of use in
-waitin'."
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rose out of it's weakness to its old
staccato tone of command, a tone
which brought obedience. IF I get
we'll 1 have other plans. Never mind
what they are. That's my business
If I don't die, leave him alone, until
1 give other orders.
IF 1 get we'll and Samson South is
killed meanwhile, won't live long
either. 1t would be my life for his
Keep close to him. The minute you
hear of my death-get him." He
paused again, then supplemented
You two will find something mighty
interestin' in my will"
1t was afternoon when Purvy
reached the hospital, and, at nightfall
Of the same day there arrived at his
stores entrance, on stumbling, hard
ridden mules, several men, followed
by two tawny hounds whose long ears
tapped over their lean jaws, and
whose eyes were listless and tired, but
whose black muzzles wrinkled and
shifted with that sensitive instinct
which follows the man scent. The ex-
sheriff's family were instituting pro-
ceedings independent Of the chiefs Or
ders. The next morning this party
plunged into the mountain tangle and
beat the cover with the bloodhounds
in leash.
The two gentlefaced dogs picked
their way between the Towering rho
dodendrons, the glistening laurels, the
feathery pine sprouts and the moss
covered rocks. They went gingerly
and alertly on ungainly, cushioned
feet Just as their masters were des-
spairing they came to a place directly
over the store, where a branch had
been bent back and hitched to clear
over the store, where branch had
crushed the moss. There one of them
raised his nose high into the air, open
ed his mouth and let a long, deep
chested bay of discovery.
Ito be Continued).