Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-09-01

'And would you be willing to sacrifice
something for his future goodT
Anything and everything ? said Bessie,
warmly.
bod rot it all = exclaimed Pete, throwing
his old hat upon the floor, and striking his
hand upon his knee,. sif I wouldn't give my
last drop o blood for Jim's good, I hope 1
may be shot !!
'Well,' said old Loo, filling her pipe with
tobacco, Il must have the boy for few
days.
The Lord help us! said Bessie.
There's something in this London news
paper of great Importance to the boy she
said; and so saying, she held up copy of
the well known London Times.
what! you intend to take him away off
there p asked Pete.
'Of where ? asked Loo.
London
mo, man I only want him to go with me
to the Deserted House., replied Loo.
The Deserted House = exclaimed Bessie,
turning pale as death, Il wouldn't have him
go there for world of gold.'
But I wish him to gov said old Loo,
looking sternly upon Bessie; 'and I intend
to take him there, with or without your con-
sent
He shall not gop said Pete stamping his
feet.
'ShaH not ?-who dare use such language
to Loo p said the strange woman her brow
growing dark as the shadow of death. Say
to the mountain.torrent, thou shalt not flow
into the valley say to the river, thou shalt
not give thy waters to the sea but tell me
not what I shall or shall not do!' and so
saying, old Loo, arose from her seat and pa
ced the room with rapid strides.
But, Loo,' said Bessie, why do you wish
to take him to the old deserted housep
1T is of the utmost Importance to him
that he accompany me there replied Loo.
'And will ye soon bring him back p asked
Pete.
Il, or his father may do so in few days.
said Loo.
His father /" exclaimed Bessie, starting
Il have said it, replied Loo, taking up
her basket and preparing to leave.
'But-stop moment, Loo ARE you sure,
that you know his father p asked Pete.
Il am about to leave-call Jim : said Loo,
paying no attention to Pete's question.
But Loo
Call the boyp almost screamed the
strange woman stamping her feet and mo-
wing her arms wildly about.
But
Call the boy, I tell you ? said Loo. Hi,
time is almost GOMEZ feel it here !-pla-
cling her hand upon her heart-'and if you
fear the doom of murderers, let the child
follow me at oncep
slNurderersp repeated Bessie; lin the
name O. heaven what do ye mean?'
Il command you to call the boy!' said
Loo, with flashing eyes and heaving bosom.
'Durn me, if do = exclaimed Pete, pas
sionately.
MARX me ? said Loo, erecting her tall
form, and lifting her arms above her head
there stands before you one who knows that
the mother of Jim has been n,urdered!-
How came that murdered woman's son be-
meath this roof? How came her bracelet in
your possession? Why do you fear to have
the boy see his father? Are you guilty of
his mothers blood ?-answer me thatp
Pete and Bessie were so overwhelmed by
these terrible and unexpected questions,
that they could only gaze speechlessly in
each others faces.
well, we'll; continued Loo, Il shall see
his father soon; and when he hears that his
boy is under this roof, think ye that he will
not want to know how he came there ?-I
have said all p And so saying Loo moved
towards the door.
Stop r said Pete, running between the
door and the strange woman 'if we let the
boy go with you, do you promise that no
harm shall befall him?'
Il promise itP
sAnd will ye tell his father how we found
him, and
'Fear not the consequences said Loo.
'Only let the boy go with me; and tell no
one where he has gone, and all shall turn
out we'll to all parties
Loo,' said Bessie, taking the withered
hand of the fortune.teller, 'if ye only knew
how we loved the lad Here the kind
hearted Bessie burst into tears, and laid her
head upon the shoulder of Loo sobbing as
if her heart would break.
d know what ye would say said Loo,
gently lifting Bessie's head from her shoul-
der; while her whole frame shook in the ef-
fort to restrain her feelings. Il am nothing
but poor, despised and outcast woman
Men, women and children avoid me as I pass
through these streets, and speak of me in
whispers as I rest upon the wayside. The
bag, witch, devil, and fortune-teller are what
the poor peasants call me at their 6resides
oh it was not always thusp And SO say
ing the strange woman turned towards the
window as if unwilling to exhibit the tenn
pest of emotion which was raging in the great
and noble heart pulsating beneath those tat
tered rags.
you are afraid she continued, ito trust
the sozd hag' with Jim-afraid that the old
fortune-teller may harm him-that's why
you weep, Bessie. Oh if you knew all =
but, call jim
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