The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1916-03-09
CHAPTER xvIll--contlnued.

ne was In no better mood than my.
ser TO encounter insult and what had
Deen simple difference between us
named into q quarrel which reached
tts elimination when he mentioned
DIVERS name with taunt, which the
ooy, lor all his obstinate clinging to
MS journalistic idea. did not deserve.
knowing my own temper. drew
PACK Into the Hollow.
he followed me.
tried to speak.
he took the word out of my mouth.
Ihis may have been with the intent
OF quelling my anger, but the tone
was rasping. and. noting this and not
MS words, my hand tightened insen.
sioly about the stick which the devil
lor John Scoville) had put in my hand
Dio ne see this. or was he prompted
oy some old memory Of boyish quar-.
rels that he should give utterance to
that quick, sharp laugh of scorn!
snail never know. but ere the sound
had ceased the stick was whirling over
my head--there came a crash and he
FELL My friend! MY friend!
io'eHI tHe eartn seemed too
narrow. the heavens too contracted
Tor my misery. That he was dead
that my blow had killed him. never
doubted for an instant knew II. as'
we know the face Of Doom when once
II mas risen upon us. Never. never
again would this lump OF clay, which
q rev minutes before had filled the
Hollow with shrillest whistling,
breathe or think or speak. He was
DEAD dead. dead!-And /? What was +?
The name which no man hears un.
moved no amount Of repetition makes
easy to the tongue or welcome to the
eur! the name which had
heard launched in full forensic elo.
quence so many times in accusation
against the wretches had hardly re.
garded as being in the same human
class as myself rang in my ears as
though intoned from the very mouth
OF hell. could not escape it. should
never be able to escape it again.
Ihough l was standing in familiar
scene--a scene had known and fire..
quented from childhood, felt myself
as isolated from my past and as com.
pletely set apart from my fellows as
the shtGWTecked mariner tossed to
precarious foothold on his wave.
dashed rock. forgot that other
criminals existed.
In that one awful moment was in
my own eyes the only blot upon the
universe-the sole inhabitant OF the
new world into which had plunged
the world Of crime-the world upon
which had sat in Judgment before I
knew
What broke the spell? God knows:
all can say Is that. drawn by some
other will than my own. found my
glance travelling up the opposing bluff
till at its top. framed between the
ragged wall and towering chimney of
Spencer's Folly. l saw the presence
| had dreaded. the witness who was
to undo me.
1t was woman-a woman with a
little child In hand. | did not see her
face, for she was just on the point OF
turning away from the dizzy verge. but
nothing could have been palmer than
the silhouette which these two made
d6blhSL luc vi lldl early SVculuE
sky.
AS long as could catch a glimpse
Of this woman's fluttering skirt as she
retreated through the ruins. | stood
there. self-cOnvicted. above the man
had slain. staring up at that blotch Of
shining sky which was as the gate OF
hell to me- Not till their two figures
had disappeared and it was quite clear
again did the instinct Of self.preserva-
ton return, and with 1t the thought
of flight.
Hut where could fly? No spot in
the whole world was secret enough to
conceal me now. I was marked man.
Better to stand my ground, and take
the consequences than to act the COW.
ards part and stink away like those
other men Of blood had so often sat
In Judgment upon
Had but followed this impulse!
Had but gone among my fellows,
shown them the mark Of Cain upon
my forehead and prayed, not for in.
diligence. but punishment. what days
of gnawing misery should have been
spared!
The horror Of what lay at my feet
drove me from the Hollow. AS my
steps fell mechanically into the trail
down which had come in innocence
and kindly purpose only few minutes
before, q startling thought shot
through my benumbed mind. The
woman had shown no haste in her
turning! There had been natural.
ness In her movement. dignity and a
grace which spoke OF ease, not shock.
what IL she had not seen! What II
my deed wac as yet unknown! Might
not have time for--for what? I did
not stop to think; Just pressed on,
aaY1QR To faNaalf MI a.