Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1919-01-14

Light jest do SlIE NtuI-lDDOlh St'
her go an nobody see her come, an
that's a fact. Wal, one day las fal
after the leaves was off an they cOulC
see a corner o my house through tn,
bushes, Tom was walkin' the OF MAJ
round the room. All to once h,
stopped an p'inted at my hOuS,
through the winder an KEEP p'intin'
Tom come over an said he callateC
the squire wanted to see me. SO
went there. Kate met me at the door
Gosh How old an kind o. broke dOwr
she looked But | knew her the min
ute | set my eyes on her-uh huh-an
she knew me-yiS, sir-she smiled an
tears come to her eyes an she patteC
my hand like she wanted to tell me
that she hadn't forgot, but she never
said a WOrd-nOt a word. The oil
squire had the palsy, so t he couldn't
use his hands an his throat was para
lyzed-couldn't speak nor nothin'
Where do We suppose he was when
found him?"
In bed?" l asked.
"N0, sir-no, stree! He was in he'll
that's where he was-reg'lar OF fash
toned, dOwn-east hell, burnin' with fire
an brimstun, that he'd had the agency
Tor an had recommended to every sin.
Ter in the neighbOrhOOd He was set,
tin in his room. God o Isr'el! You
ort0 "a seen the motions ne made with
his hands an the way he tried to
speak when I went in there, but all /
could hear was Jest a long yell an a
kind of rattle in his throat. Heavens
an airth how deSperit he tried to
spit out the thing that was gnawin'
his vitals. Ag'in an ag'in he'd try to
tell me- Lord God how he did work I"
"All to once it come acrOst me what
he Wanted-quick as We could say scat.
He wanted to have Rates hea6Stun
took down an put away-that's what
he wanted. The stun was kind o. lay
in on his stummick an painin' of him
day an night He couldn't stan It.
He knew that ne was goin' to die purity
soon an that Kate would come here
an see it an that everybody would
see her standin' here by her own grave,
an it worried him. It was kind O. like
a fire in his belly.
81 guess, too, he couldn't bear the
idee of layin' down fer his las sleep
beside that hell hole he'd dug fer Kate
no, sir!
oval, We know, mister, jes' shook
my head an never let on that I knew
what he meant avn let him wiggle an
twist like worm on hot griddle, an
heller like a cut bull til he fell back in
a sw0On.
Damn him! it don't give him no
rest. He tries TO tell everybody he
sees-that's what they say. He bel
lers day an night an if you go down
there he'll heller to you an you'll know
what it's about, but the others don't,
You an me are the only ones that
knows the secret, guess. Some day.
fore he dies, Tm gOin' to take up that
headstun an hide it, but hen never
know it's dOne-nO, sir-nOt til he
gifts to the judgment seat, anyway"
The old man rose and Strengthened
himself and blew out his breath and
brushed his hands upon his trousers
by way of stepping down into this
world again out Of the close and dusty
loft of his memory. But | called him
back
What has become of Enoch?" l
asked.
wal, sir Enoch started off West
bout three year ago an we amt heard
a word from him since that day-nary
a word, mister. I suppose we will some
time. He grew into a good man, but
there was a kind of a queer streak in
the blood, as ye might say, on both
sides kind o. We've wrote letters out
to Wisconsin, where he was p'intin'
for, an to places ON the way, but we
can't git no news bout him. Mebbe
he was killed by the Injuns."
We walked out of the graveyard to-
gether in silence.
l could see a glimmer Of a light In
the thicket of pines down the valley.
unhitched and mounted my horse.
Take the first turn to the right"
said the old man as he picked up his
scythe.
'Tm very much obliged to you" I
said.
''NO ye amt, nuther," he answered.
'Leastways there amt no reason why
We should be-
My horse, impatient as ever to find
the end of the road, hurried me along
and In moment or two we were down
under the pine grove that surrounded
the house of old Squire Fullerton-a
big, stone house with a graveled road
around it. A great black dog came
barking and growing at me from the
front porch. rode around the house
and he followed. Beyond the windows
| could see the CLEAN of candlelight
and moving figures. A man came out
of the back door as neared 1t.
who's there?" he demanded.
my name is Barton Baynes from
St. Lawrence county. Kate Fullerton
is my friend and l wish to see her"
"Come up to the steps, sor. Don't
git off yer hOrse-'til I've chained the
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