Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-10-21

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the door One old drunken man did not
run as fast as Hill wished, and he sprung on
the ifnbecile wretch and commenced beating
him numerically.
Howard then caught hold of his future
father.in.law, (alas who was never to be,)
and attempted to pull him away.
With eyes red and glariug like mad dog,
Hill instantly turred upon his friend, and
with single blow of his fist felled him to
the floor. Then, followed up the violent act,
he leaped on the youth, and began most
ferocious battery. In vain Howard endeav.
ored to escape, crying out, in tones of be-
seeching horror
"For Gods sake, cease! Hill, don't you
know me-your friend Nose? Remember
Mary!
Hills anger only increased, till finally,
he threw his hand to his belt and clutched
pistol. And then Howard's blood also
boiled, and he resolved 10 fight for his life..
He was of as powerful frame as the other
the only person in all Arkansas to be
compared With the desperate in physical
strength.
Howard grasped the barrel Of the pistol
as Hill cooked it, and the weapon exploded
in their hands without an injury. Once more
they cleuched, and the most dreadful Strug.
eled ensued ever witnessed in the Vest
The advantage shifted from one side to the
other for the space of five minutes, till both
were bathed in streams of their own blood.
Even the bystanders, looking on through
the windows of the log courthouse, were
struck with wonder and awe. AT length.
while writhiug and twisting like two raging
serpeuts, the handle of Hills huge Bowie
knife, unthought of previously, protruded
from beneath his hunting shirt. Both saw
it at the some time, and both attempted to
grasp it. Howard succeeded. Quick as
he drew the keen blade from its
scabbard, and sheathed it up to the hilt in
the bosom of his friend and his Mary's
father.
The dream is fulfilled p exclaimed Hill,
with smile of strange sweetness, that re-
mained on his features even after he was a
corpse. He then sunk down, and expired
without groan.
Howard gazed on him there as he lay,
with that singular smile on bis face, and his
glazed eyes opened. And then, awakening
with start, as if from some horrible vision
of the night, the poor unhappy youth fell
headlong on the body of his friend, crying
in tones that melted many hardened
spectator into otears-"Great God what have
| done?" He kissed the clammy lips Of
the dead-wet his cheeks with a. rain of un
availng sorrow-tried to staunch the bloody
wound with his handkerchief-and then, ap-
parently satisfied that all was over, sprung
upon his feet with shout or more properly
a scream, "Farewell, Mary-your father is
gone, and I am going with him." and turn
ing the point of the CORY knife towards his
own breast, would have plunged it into his
own heart, had he not been prevented by
the bystanders, who had now crowded into
the room.
The same evening Nose Howard disap-
peared, and was heard of no more for near
ly two years, when horse trader brought
back word that he had seen him in San An
tonic, Texas.
When the shocking news reached Hills
family, the beautiful Mary burst into wild
laugh. She is now in the asylum for the
insane, at New ORLEANS.
Had we been inditing tale of romance,
We would have paused with the preceding
page, but literal truth compels US to record
another fact equally characteristic, both as
to the chief actors and the back.woods the
atre of the main tragedy.
It will be remembered that the fallen des-
perado had enjoined it on his son to slsy the
slayer of his father on the day he should
arrive at sixteen. Without any such charge,
vengeance would have considered by that
boy as sacred duty; for, On the frontiers
the WIDOWS OI tue Slalu tcdCu FCuS,couS0 w
their children, and occasionally execute it
themselves.
Accordingly, Bill Hill practised with his
fathers gun every day for two successive
years, and this even before he had any ru-
NOR as to the place of Howard's refuge. He
then learned that his foe was in Texas, and
two months before he was sixteen set out to
hunt him up.
At the end of four months, Bill Hill came
back, and hanging up the double-barrels in
in their old buckhorn rack, answered his
ulother's inquiring look.
"Mother, Nose is dead-l let him have
both loads. Though cried before | done
il, and afterwards, too-he looked so misera-
BILE, pale, and bony as a skeleton"
"Poor Nose !" said the mother, weeping;
"but it could not be helped. The son of
such brave man as Nixon Curry must new
or be called coward, and besides, it was
YOUR fathers order. "-Democrattc Revieao.
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN IN HIS GIG. 1t
is now but century since Benjamin Frank
lin Postmaster. General of the American