Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-07-12

of his task.
Il cannot allow Miss Campbell to be 81
unceremoniously made hospital surgeon,
said Graham, though scarcely able to ar
ticulate. Had I known my entrance int
the family would involve such duties upol
my kind entertainer, 1 would not so readily
have agreed to Davies intercession.' Ant
weak from the excitement of speaking, hi
painted in exhaustion.
'Bother!' said Sewer, hastily, then CLAN
cling at Ellen, who stood in some confusion
at the unceremouious way of investing hel
with such delicate business, he smiled anc
slightly elevating his brows, said,
'Ah! we'll, who have you here, Miss Camp
bell, that can undertake the office? Tha
negro fellow I saw as we came in, look
sensible; call him, will your
There could be no resisting the vivaciou
yet respectful manner of Ned Sewer, ant
Ellen called Jerryto superintend the opera
tion.
My hands were nsver very steady TO
such duties,' said Mr.. Willoughby tremu
lousy, unable longer to endure the sight
and turned sickening away. Il would
could assist you my young friend, but Ell
len has nerve enough. am surprised a
her uuwillingness,' he continued, in tone
of anxious reproach.
You would not expect Miss Campbell tt
do for stranger, and that stranger an enc
my, as she would for her own friends ane
countrymen, said Graham with some bitter
ness.
Ellen heard the words as she returned
with Jerry, and as spasm of pain crossed
the young oficer's face, threatening again
to overcome him with its power, she stoop
ed by his side and taking the restoratives
in her hand said,
Suffering makes friends of US all, and
'foe' finds no response in Ellen Campbell's
breast, when it is coupled with 'brave.''
He looked in her face eagerly as she
bathed his damp brow, then with futter
ing sigh, murmuriDg simple thank you,
he closed his eyes and patiently awaited
the completion of the task.
God bless you, my Ellen whispered
Mr. Willoughby, in deep agitation.
You see, Jerry, all you have to do boy
is to get tepid water and some good CASTLE
soap and sponge it. You are not to rub il
now like you rub your masters greys down
though. Do it gently, so. Squeeze your
sponge and let the water fall in a thin
stream to clean out the suppuration you un.
derstand'
Yes, Massa,' said Jerry, hesitatingly.
We'll, hope you do, for if your awk
wardness was to injure Lieut.. Graham
Major Davie would think nothing of hang
ing you with your own plough line
Xxi Massa; any danger?'
Danger, humph! I guess there is; dc
you see that point like pins head there
Well, if your roughness or carelessnes.
were to knock that off, the Lieutenant is
dead man he'd bleed to death before yor
could say Jack Robinson And Sewer
who magni6ed the danger in order to in
duce greater carefulness on Jerry's part
looked up at him with an ominous scow
that frightened Jerry so effectualy as tt
determine him never to be on the premise.
when surgery was required
NOW it's all over; what do you think
Jerry, can you do it,?
'Oh yes, massa,' said Jerry, with salts
fed manner, doubly reassured from his men
tai reservation. 'Any thing else to be done
sir?'
Yes, you are now to get him glass Of
your best Madeira and cracker toasted tc
the incest brown and, hark ye, Jerry
none of your roasts and outlets, and pate de
foies for my patient, do you hear?'
YES massa,' said Jerry, understand dat.
You may give him wing of your ten
derest chicken, or broth that's just able tc
run down hill, but more at your peril, boy.
sKin massa, you kill him faster dan ]
WILL said Jerry, shocked at such regime
and now truly mpathising with the object
of such diet.
His blood be on my head then ; but quick
my boy, the wine
Jerry sprang nimbly off, and soon return
ed bearing the wine and cracker, and pre-
sented it to the exhausted soldier
LET him rest now,' said Sewer; 'he is
doing finely. Better, are you not, Graham p
with such nurses how could it be other
wise ? said the wounded man, smiling
family as again his gaze rested on Ellen,
who in deepest commisseration yet chafed
his moist hands. Pressing family the hand
she would have withdrawn under his ardent
gaze, he again wearily closed his eyes, and
his soft and regular breathing, soon indica,
ted peaceful slumber. Mr.. Willoughby
stopped till his lips might have touched his
brow, as he said,
He sleeps; God be praised and sitting
where he could watch the wounded officer,
said in low tone, fearing to disturb his
sleeping guest, $50 you had a great day at
Kings Mountain, Ned"
GLORIOUS glorious! replied the young
man; 'our men fought like tigers, and the
British were not behind us; they have real
bull dog ferocity. There's some pleasure
in fighting with men that you know are not
going to run like hounds
The Tories Jared pretty badly, did they
not !" said Mr.. Willoughby.
Not man escaped. I tell you, little
Bessie Craig's death was avenged then
What horrible thing that was, said the