Independent Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1842-1844, 1842-12-03

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"WicklIffe, did not hear what yon said
but | dare you to repeatit. If you do, n,
there ls one word, in it that should not be
this hour will be the bitterest fyour whole
lie. Pm not the man TO make a threa
and not act up to it.
lie stood for moment, waiting for hin
TO repeat his remark, and then turned or
his heel and walked to the furthest end Of
the room; and as he did so, it was re-
marked by several who thought nothing Of
it at the time, but who remembered it long
after, when every word then uttered, and
every action done, became important, that
he ground his teeth together, and Selling
a large knife which lay on the table,skllb
his teeth still sci, drove it into the table,
and left il sticking there.
Still his adversary did not seem dis.
posed TO give up dispute which, it was
evident had already been carried too
far; for he dmanded in an impatient
tone
"What's Mary Lincoln to you, my young
fellow, that you bristle up so at the very
mention of her name? What is she 10
YOU" continued he, becoming sill mole
excited, "be she pure as snow-or-or-or
what will not name! Cd! One would
think you were sweetheart A glorious
pair you'd make! Your red hot temper
would he finely balanced against her sweet
face and disposition. Sweet-very swee;
and so Id gieIding-and dovelike-
that she cannot resist importantly, how
ever improper--ha! ha! 1t makes me
laugh.
His laugh, however, was a short one;
for before the words were fairly out OF his
mouth, Blake was upon him. Exerting
lis great strength, now doubly increased
by fury, he fairly swung the speaker from
lis feet, and flung him across the room,
md against the opposite wall; striking
which, he fell at full length on the floor:-
For moment, Wickliffe lay stunned; but
'ecovering himself, he sprung up, and
shaking his hand at Blake, and saying
my boy, you may take your measure for
coffin after this; for you'll need one"
lrted from the room. A speedy opportu-
lity might have been afforded TO him to
ave put his threat into execution, had not |
everal persons sprang forward and seized
Blake, as he was following, and held him
Jack by main force.
"Don't stop me-" exclaimed he, strug-
ling TO get loose and dragging the strong
len who held him, across the room. "Let
BOSE your grip, | say" exclaimed he to
ne who held him by the shoulders with a
trength nearly equal to his own. "Let me
o, or I'll strike you"
"No, you won't, Harry" replied the 9TH
r. seven if you do, I'll not let you 90 on
fools Grand So there's no use scufiling
/ that way"
Blake saw that nothing was to be gain
d by struggle with so many. and SO he
lid, "Let me go. I'll promise not to fol-
wv him. But mark me-" said he, as they
their hold, "you huve Ibis
ight heard this scoundrel deiame one of
lie purest girls that ever lived. because he
nd grudge against me, and knew that
he was to be my wife He shall pay for
if it cost me my life"
"Come, come, Harry; don't be boy"
lid the old man, who had before ihterfer-
with Wickliffe. "The man was half {
7Ink and quarrelsome, and saw that you
'uldn't stomach what he was saying, and {
he said it. No one cares TOR him or {
S words. We know all that aryLincon
ISN'T her equal in these parts. God bless q
'r! l only wish she was my own child.
OF but what my poor little Kate is good I
ri; and kinp and affectinnale too, poor r
tie Kate is; but yet she's not Mary Lin '
In; but Kate is god girl, though; a
Try good girl" And the old man shook v
5 head, reproachfulIy, as if there were
small voice whispering at his heart, that d
should not have placed his own poor h
tie Kate next with Mary Lincoln.
Harry Blake's fine face frightened as '
) looked at the old man; and he took his il
md and shook it warmly. You're right, d
dams--you're right. Mary needs no o
e to speak up for her, | see it. God
ess you all for your kind feelings towards n
II. And now | think of it. Adams, tell II
atc that Mary may not be Mary Lincoln n
lg, and may soon want her 10 stand up v
Ith her." h
81 will do that, Harry, will" said the d
farmer, rubbing his hands together, a
nd RICH: glad | am to hear it; but, Har- Y
you'll not carry this quarrel far 6
sr-promise mel can trust you, |
ow." &
Blake, howevef, laughed, and shook his
ad. "I'il think of it," said he. "'Be- d
re of rash promises was what learnt
mmy copy-book. Bat now | must 60. a,
We miles are between me and my home" tc
he spoke, he turned from them and left d.
room, aud in short time was heard gal
,ping down the road. G
Harry Blake had not been gone many d
n,,,as ,.,ho, ono tba onI Al