Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1856-05-15

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"Why did ye not halt" she asked; il
commanding tones, 'when ordered you?
+ really knew not what to reply to tht
imperious beauty so I varied the subject
eff do not mistake" I said, 81 heard {
bullet whistle rather near me-"
care you afraid of bullets ?"
"Well-there may be cases"
"For shame man should never be
afraid, least of all Of lady. You thought
should hurt you. DO you take me for ar
assassin, or to be q bad shot?"
"Neither, upon my word"
'There is a fine apple hanging over you,
head. Lay it on your palm, stretch out
your arm, and I will shoot it off, Will you
bet that I don't2"
~ am not fond of such bets"
"Afraid again? ?"
"Every man has his moments Of weak
ness
"Poltroon" scornfully exclaimed this
demon in petticoats, raised her gun, and
levelled it at my head.
"For Gods sake y" cried, but before the
words were out of my mouth came the fash
and report. I thought I should have fallen
to the ground. 10 dead certainty the
monster had hit my hat.
."Take off your hal" said she. l mechani
cally obeyed. There was hole close to the
crown. shuddered from head to foot.
"Where are you going to-" said the ter
rible markswoman.
Not to anger her, replied, as courteous
ly as possible
"To Wiesenthal; to Counsellor Frager's. "
"Beware of his daughters" said the fe,
male fiend, with laugh that reminded HE
of the wild huntsman. And she disappear.
ed in the wood. 1t may be supposed that
did not linger long in so dangerous neigh
borhood, The lady might take fancy to
load again. I made the best of my way to-
wards the house, wondering, as strobe along,
whether Wiesenthal was Turkish province,
or whether we We're back again in the mid
die ages, when people shot at peaccable pas
sengers for pure pastime What could this
scmi-assassin be? Was she a goblin, wood
demon, whose occupation was to frighten men
or real flesh and blood? If the latter, where
had she acquired this preternatural dexterity
with the gun, and the abominablc habit of
firing at travellers &? Handsome she undoubt.
edly was, but when the devil disguises him
self, he does not assume the ugliest form.
-7nU my thoughts reverted to my pretty
gentle Minnie, q less imposing beauty, but a
far safer companion than this luna.ic William
Tell, whose warning against the counsellor's s
daughters also rccurrcd to my mind. would
not allow myself to suppose that the sharp
shooter was one of Frager's daughters; but
if she was, and her sisters resembled her,
there was no danger of my falling in love
with one of them. I Ishould as soon thought
of becoming enamored of a Zouave. Hook
ed cautiously around ME as l hurried through
the wood, every moment expectingto see the
terrible double. barrel peering through the
bushes. lTncas in the forests of the Hudson,
with Pawnees upon his trail, could not have
reconnoitred more carefully. At last emer-
ged from the trees, and breathed more freely
as I entered the garden. My wish had been
for adventures, and I was punished byits full
flment Romance and danger, were certainly
combined in the one had just met with
Tne worthy counsellor gave me hearty
reception, and made me welcome to Wiesen-
thai. Imust be hungry, he said, after my
drive, and calling servant he bade him
bring refreshment. Cold game and bottle
of Stcinberger were soon upon the table, and
truly wanted something to revive me after
my recent peril. My friendly host pledged
me in bumper, and lamented the absence
of his daughters, whom he was most desi,
rous to introduce to me. He hoped they
would be back to dinner. ventureda con-
lecture that they we're on a visit somewhere.
Not bit of it was the reply; each one OF
them had gone her own way, and on her own
business. Business! thought I to myself,
what business can these young ladies posi-
bly, have? And fervently trusted it was
not that of waylaying travellers, and shoot
ing at hats with heads in them.
"Though l cannot show you my family"
quoth the counsellor, when I had done eat
ing, "if You will come with ME into the next
room, | will make you acquainted with theil
portraits"
followed Mr. Frager. Beaming out o.
their golden frames were three of the hand
soonest female faces mans eyes ever rested
upon. But my admiration was converted
into something like terror, when I recogni
zed in one Of the portraits the redoubtable
guerilla who, one short hour before, had sem
a bullet within six inches of my head.
"This blonde" said Frager, playing the
Snowman, 'is my eldest girl, Louise, terri
blemadcap and hairbraincd puss, who shoult
have been boy. l always called her my
Nimrod, for she is passionately fond of hunt
ing, and rides and shoots to perfection.
own that am not partial to such tastes il
young ladies, but youth and high spirit.
must be allowed their way, and as the girl il
a real angel in every other respect, and ha
the best heart in the world, I tolerate he
cavalier customs"
! "As regards the young lady's shooting"
replied, 81 have had SOME experience of i
myself this morning. She Sent bulle
through my hat as I walked up to the house.