The Democratic sentinel and Harrison County farmer. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1851-1852, 1851-12-24
CHAPTER ".
Here's a good world!
knew We Of this fair work?

MING LEAR.
The news of so important an event as the
capture of Mr. Mowbray was not long in
travelling to Mrs. Blakeley's. One morning
as she and her niece sat at work together,
the butler rushed into the room betraying
considerable agitation. We have already
alluded to his pomposity and affectaton Of
high sounding phrases, another foibe, the
desire to play an important part sometimes,
got the better Of his discretion as in the pre-
sent instance
"Pve Just heard such news, Missus Blake
ley" he exclaimed breathlessly, wping the
perspiration from his face. "It's completely
admonished me. pse run all de way from
de head OBJ de abenue, where heard it from
jim Benson, who listed wild de British, and
is now going home on furbelow; berry
respectable person he is for Tory and a
common white man. In his new uniform he
looks almost like an officer, insure you"
Here the old man paused, overcome by
the rapidity of his utterance. Both Mrs.
Blakeley and her neice understood his pecu-
liari,ies too well to interrupt him, but they
looked up smiling.
"Such news!" he began. II hope young
missus won't faint. Be sure, such things
must recur; but to think it should happen to
Mr. Mowbray. Lor' save U.S.
Kate at the mention of her fathers name
turned deadly pale, and could no longer en-
dure the speakers prolxity.
Whats the matter with my father?" she
gasped "Is he dead?"
ooh, no missus-only taken by the To-
res. But dey say dat he is to be hung"
The sight of Kate's ghastly face stopped
the officious announcement--butit it was too
late; with Shrek she fell to the floor. At
this spectacle, the old slave, struck with re-
morse, cried, wringing his hands,
II have killed her! have killed her! Oh,
Lorl-oh, Lor! will she ever survive again."
"You have only made her Swoon by your
hasty announcement of this terrible news, !"
said Mrs Blakeley, sternly, run and send
her maid"
1t was long before Kate was restored to
consciousness. Meantime, Mrs. Blakeley
learned from old Jacob all he had to impart
Of her brothers ultimate fate she could
scarcely entertain doubt. She well knew
the character of that bitter warfare. The Or
ders of Lord Rawdon, the then superior Off
Ger of the royal army in South Carolina, had
just been repeated, that all who had once
signed the protection, yet subsequently been
captured in arms against the King should
be summarily executed. The sentence Of
Mr.. Mowbray, according to old Jacobs re-
port, was already issued. Mrs Blakeley
was scarcely less shocked than her neice,
but her fortitudc was required to sustain
Kate; and she struggled to appear compo-
sed.
Let us go to Col. Watson at once" were
almost the first words of Kate on recovering
her senses. "Surely he will not refuse us.
He was but lately your guest-how can he
then deny your prayer"
"Alas my child" replied her aunt, with
tears in her eyes, "war converts men into
fends, and dries up the kindlier feelings of
the soul; but especially in civil war like
this, no such thing as friendship is acknowl-
edged. Have you forgotten the fate of Ga
briel Marion, the neighbor of the General
youthful, beautiful, unoffending-the pride
of that old mans heart? He was taken in a
skirmish, and, as soon as recognized, told to
make ready for death. His prayers for re-
spite--for paper to write to his uncle--for
time to make his peace with God-were all
alike denied him." She shuddered as she
continued-"They made him kneel on the
highway and then basely murdered hin"
"But they will not, they cannot murder
my father thus. The men who did that foul
deed were Tory outcasts. Col. Watson has
kind heart; he will spare my fathers life."
And Kate clasping her hands, addressed her
aunt supplcatmgly, as if On the words she
might speak hung her fathers existence.
Mrs. Blakeley could not reply for some
time for weeping, Twice she eSsayed to
speak; twice tears choked her utterance. At
last she shook her head mournfully.
"Say not so--you do not mean it," cried
Kate eagerly. as g.# ss .f5
"Alas alas! my darling" sobbed Mrs.
Blakeley, clasping Kate in her arms, 81
would as willingly hope as you; but there
is no hope. Was not solicitation, influence,
promises, everything exerted to save Col
Hayne; but to no purpose. They are in
exorAble. Did not the General say, in re-
fusing o pardon, that if he were his own
brother, he could not do any mores"
AT these words, the full truth Of her IA
theirs situation scened for the first time to
break on Kate, who had hitherto hoped that
aid from some quarter, her own prayers, or
other influence might save his life. During
the time Mrs. Blakely was speaking, the
poor girl gazed with stony eyes upon her,