The Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1822-1829, 1822-08-13
cart. Marion had obeyed him, and

| that is my name" "Were you At YarroN
Ford WHEN . prisoner was rescued and Il
soldier murdered :"-" was-hat did III |
could 10 save that soldiers life.n You
vol, younangied his throat with your own
bloody Eings-but VIC have Traced YOU 10
den, and the Ghost OF Hugh Gemmol, WHO
was rs pleasant either with lad or lass
as any boy that emptied cupl or had
fall upon heather, viii shake hands with
you by moonlight by and by. You my
meereither in the church yard, down by
the Loeb, where your canting Coyenanters
will bury you, or down at Yarow Kirk,
where Hugh put TO bed with the worms
in his rsd coat, like soldier as he was. BY
the Holy God of Israeli is not that lump
Of your own slang ?)--this bayonel shall
drink a stoup of your hearts biood.o
Mark Kerr knew, in moment, that there
was no hope Of life. lie had confessed be
tng present on the occasion charged against
HIM, and a sentence of death, which an an
gels intercession could not have got rever-
scd, was glazing in the eyes Of Ill the sol
diefs. Eael, man seemed To kindle into
fiercer fury as he caught the fiery eyes a.
round him. Their oaths and excavations
exasperated them ill iyto phrenay and a
wild and perturhed sense of Justice deman-
ding eSpiation Of their murdered comrades
| blood, made them deaf and blind To every
thing but suggestions of their own, irritatcd
and infiamed hearts. a b0rrid sympathy
possessed them all ard they were as i'm,
placable IA a herd of wolves iamishcd and
IN sight of their prey. There was no mer-
cy in any one free there, else Mark Kerr
would have appealed TO that man for his
life was now sweet and precious, and il Was
a hard thing to die. 81 know his face.--
He is the very man that stabbed Hugh when
he WAS down with his own bayonet How
do you like that, sirrah ?'--and one Of the
soldiers thrust his long bayonet through
Marks shoulder, iii! the point WAS seen ut
his back, and then drew il out smeared with
blood, and returned il 10 his sheath, with ii
| grin of half glutted vengeance. The woun-
ded man staggered at the blow aud sal
down, nearly fainting, upon the seat where
a few minutes before his bride had leant
her head upon his bosom. But he uttered
not word, and kept his eyes fixed, not re-
lproaehable, but somewhat sadly and with
Il faint expression of hope, on the men who
| seemed determined to be his cxecutioners.
The pain, the sickness, the sudden blasting
of all his hopes, almost unnamed his reso.
lute heart and Mark Kerr would have
now done much 70 save his liie-and some
thing, perhaps, even at the expense ofcon-
Science and faith. But that weak mood
was OF snort duration-and the good and
brave man braced up his heart to receive
the doom Of death.
Meanwhile one Of the soldiers hrd enter
ed the shealng, and brought out Marion in
his grasp. A loud shout OF laughter and
exaltation follow cd. iIo--Ao--mV heath
cock, you have got your bonny hen Catch
a eosenanter without bis comfort. lsyotu
name Grace, my bonny BARN - Mar,ou
looked around and saw Mark sitting pale
and speeches., with bis breast covered with
clotted blood. She made no cutlery, for
grief, and pity, and CONSERVATION struck
her dumb. She could not move, for the
soldier held her in his arms. But she look
cd in the rulllns face with such an implo-
rng eountenance that ,uIconsciouslv he lei
her 80, and then she went up lettering 10
poor Mark, and with her white bridal gown
wiped OIL the gore from his breast, aud lis
ed his clayey and quiYering lips. She
then ran 10 the spring that lay sparkling a.
mong IFS cfCasc5, within a few yards Of the
slluahi.5, ana brought a handful Of cold wa.
ter, which she sprmkied tenderly over h.s
iaee. The human sOHl is a wild and teri
bic thing whsA lnAamcd with cruelty and
revenge. The soldiers saw little more in
MI this than subject for loathsomc scurril
lty and feroci0us megrimcn and as Chris
tan looked wildly around upon them, one
asked, Are you his siSter--Lis cousin-or
his drab p 'Oh soldiers oldlers-I am
his Wiie-this blessed day was married 10
HIM. lfany Ofyou are married men, thin.
OF your wives now at homc-lrmcn,ber
the day they were brides, and do not nlr-
der us qulte--ii, indeed, my Mark is not al
ready murdered Come, come, Mrs.
Sweetlips, no more wilmington shall not
want husband. Twill marry you myself,
and so dare say will the SERGEANT there,
and also the corporal. Now you have had
indulgence cnough-so stand back bit :;
and do you master Palelace, come forward
and down upon your marrow bones. y
Mark, With great difficulty, rose up, and
kneit down as he was ordered
lie had no words to say to his bride :;
nor almost did he look at her-so full was his
soul OF her image, and OF holy grief for The
desoatlon in which she would be left by
his death. The dewy breath of her gen
tie and pure kisses was yet in his heart ::
and the happy sighs of mailcnly tender
ness Were now to be changed into greans Of
ncnrable despair. Therefore it was, that
he said nothing as he kncit down, but his
pailed lips moved in prayer, and she heard
her name indstiHcIy uttered between
those OF God and Christ
Christian Lindsey had been betrothed
to him for several years, and nothing but
the fear of some terrible evil like this had
kept them so long separate. Dreadful,
therefore, as this hour was, their souls were