Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1919-11-07

"Who Are Yer? Erlen' q Miner"
in a yard of my position. The sudden
blazing up of fire revealed the IN,
mistakable features of the deputy.
"Hullo," I said, happily, stepping d.
rectly before him. when did yor
come ashore?"
"Hello, yerself," he managed to
calculate thickly. "Who are yer?
frien' o. mine"
"Why, don't yer remember NE, OF
man? We wus talkin' tergether comm
up. wus go!n' fer ter enlist
"H-! yes; glad ter see yer. Sum
hot whisky ct this camp-tried eny|
"No," answered, grasping at the
opportunity to arouse his generosity.
81 ain't got no coin to buy. I'm fiat
broke; maybe yer cud stake me fer
Hre ter eat"
"Eat" he flung one arm lovingly
about my shoulders, and burst into
laughter. "Yer bet yer life, we're a
goin' tel eat, an drink too. don't so
back on none O. ther boys. Yer never
heerd nuthin' like thet bout Tim Ken.
nedy, I reckon. Eat sure-yer know
Jack RaleF ..
"Never heerd the name" ,
"What, never heerd O. Jack Rale!
or river man, half hoss, half alligator;
uster tend bar in Saint Louee. He's
up yere now, a sellin' forty-rod ter So
iers. Cum up long with him frum
Beardstown. Frien' O. mine. Yer just
cum long with me-thas ALL"
permitted him to lead me, his voice
never ceasing as we followed the dim
trail. I made out little Of what he
said, nor did I question him. The
trail ended before two-room log
cabin, so deeply hidden in the woods
as to be revealed merely by glimmer
of light shining out from within
through chinks in the walls. Tim fum-
bled for the latch and finally opened
the door, lurching across the threshold,
dragging me along after him. There
were two men at q sloppy table, dis
reputable looking white woman stir
ring the contents Of a pot hung over
the open fire, and fellow behind the
bar, attircd in dingy white apron. 1t
was all sordid enough, and dirty-a
typical frontier grogshop; but the
thing of most interest to me was the
proprietor. The fellow was the same
red-muStached individual whom / had
watched disemhark from the steamer
that same afternoon, slipping in the
yellow mud as he surmOunted the
bank, dragging his valise along after
him. So it was this fellow passenger
who had given these fugitlves refuge; /;
ii was his presence in these parts
which had decided Kirby to make the
venture ashore. He glanced up at our
entrance, the glare Of light overhead
revealing 4 deep, ugly scar across his
chin and pair Of deep-set, scowling
eyes.
Back in time fer supper, hey, Ken
fnedy," he growled, none too cordially.
"Who's yer fricn'?"
"A fcller whut's goin' ter enlist.
He's all right Jack" the deputy hic-
coughed thickly. LES liquor, an then
We'll eat. I'm payin' the bill-so
whut's it ter yer?"
"Nuthin' tall; eny frlen' o. yerS gifts
ther best have"
He set out squat bottle on the bar,
and thinking it best to humor the both
of them l poured out a stiff drink.
fully aware that Rale was observing
my features closely.
"Secn yer afOre slmwhar, ain't I?'
81 reckon" I replied indifferently,
watching Tim fill his glass. II worked
my way up on the boat; saw Yer on
| board"
"Sure; that's 1t; 'tain't in my line
fer ter forgit face. Yer amt en-
listed yit?"
"NO; l reckon I'll wait till maunin',
an clean up bit furSt. How bout
sum soap an water fore l eat?-an'
yer cudn't loan me razor, cud ye?"
oval got plenty O. water, an may
be cud scare up sum soap. Tim yere
hes got Il razor, an if he's frien' O.
yers, l reckon he mought lend it ter
yer"
The deputy gulpcd down his drink,
and Smackcd his lips, clinging with
one hand to the bar, regarding me low
inSly.
Sure; he's friend o. Bira. Shave
him myself soon's git sober. Whut's
tE?t? Yer can't wait? Oh, all righ'
then, take it yerself. Mighty fin razor
OF man
Ralc found me u tin basin, water. a
bit Of rag for a towel, and small,
cracked mirrcr, in which my reflection
was scarcely recognizable. He was a
man OIL lcW WORDS, contentinS himself