New Oregon plaindealer. (New Oregon, Iowa) 1859-1866, 1860-01-27

such things must recur; but to think it
should happen to Mr.. M wbray-Lor'
save u.s.
Kate at the mention Of her fathers
name turned deadly pale, and could no
longer endure the speakers proxi'ity.
what is the matter with my father?'
she gasped, is he dead!'
'Oh, no, missus only taken by the
Tories. Bat dey sly he is to be hung
The sight of Kate's CHASTITY face stop
pei the officious announcement--bu it
| was to late, with shrek she fell to the
Aoor. At this spectacle, the old slave,
struck with remorse, cried, wringing his
hands.
i have killed her. Oh, L,r!-oh,
Ler! will she ever survive againE
you have only made her swoon by
Your hasty announcemant Of this terri
bic news said Mrs. Blakeley, sternly.
Run and send her NALL
It was long before Kate was restored
to c rnscousness. Meantime, Mrs. Blake
ley learned from old Jacob all he had to
i,npart. OF her brothers ultimate fate
she could scarcely entertain a doubt. -
She we'll knew the character Of that bit
ter warf f.re. The orders of Lord Raw
lon, the then superior officer of the roy
al ar my in South Carolina, had jus: been
repeated, that all VIII, had once signed
the protection, yet subsequently, been
captured in arms against the king, should
be su,nmarily executed. The sentence
of Mr.. Mowhray, according to old ia
c,b's report, was already issued. AIRS
Biakcley was scarcely less shocked than
her neice, but her fortitule was reqnir
ell t, sustain Kate, ard she stugged to
appear composed.
Let us g, to Col. Watson at once
we're almost the first words Of Kate on
rec ,yering her senses. Surely, he will
OF refuse US. He was but lately your
sucst-how can he then deny your pray
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Alas? my chil.l,' replied her aunt,
with tears In her eyes, war converts
men into fends, and dries up all the
kindlier feelings Of the soul; but espec
tally in civil war like this, no such
thing as friendship is Acknowledged
Have you forgotten the fate Of Gabriel
Marion, the neighbor Of the general
youthful, beautiful, unofenaing-the
pride of that cd mans heart? lie was
taken in skirmish, and, as soon as re-
cognized, ,.!l to make ready for death.
His prayes for a respite-Eor paper to
write to his uncle for time to make his
peace with God-were all alike denied
him. She shudlercd as she continued.
'They made hi !. knee1 on the highway,
and then basely murdered him.
But they will not, they cannot mur
der my father thus. The men who did
that foul deed we're Tory outcasts. Col.
Watson has a kind heart; he will spare
INV fathers life.' And Kate, clasping
her hands, ad,lresse her aunt supplica-
tingly: as if the words she might speak,
hung her parents existence.
Mrs. B.akeley could not reply for some
time for weeping. Twice she essayei
to speak; twice tears chokcd her utter
ance. At last, she shook her head
mournfully.
Say MT so--you do not mean it,
cried Kate.
ALAS! alas! my darlnig,' sobbed Mrs.
Blakeley, clasping Kate il her arms, 1
would as willingly hope as you; but there
is no hope. Was not solicitati IN, inau-
cnce promises, every thing exertel to
.s,ve C,l. Hayne; but to no purpose
They are inexorahle. Dill not the gen.
eral say, in refusing pardon, that if
he were his own brother, he could do no
more @
At these words, the full truth Of her
fathers situation seemed for the first
time % break on Kate, who had hither-
to hoped that aid from ,me quarter, her
own PRAYERS, or other influence, might