Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1860-10-06

her son to love virtue and to hate vice; and,
as the boys grew to the statue of men, did all
in her power to separate them. AS she had
brother, the owner of a pilot-boat, she, as
soopos possible, placed Walter in his charge
to learn that perious and honorable calling :;
for Waiter insisted upon following seaman s
life. The unruly and reckless Hirkman, pro-
totype of the daring tasper, who was, in
truth, the chief of all the smugglers that
worried the coasts, gladly became the follow
+, er and aid of his father-both as a smuggler
and wreckcr Their cunning and vigilance
had bntfled all inquiry for years but when
Kaspcr, after an absence of several weeks from
New York, returned to find the sagacious and
famous young Bay pilot armed with the pow
crful authority of the law, to detect and cap
turc all evil-doers along the coast he trem-
bled for both trade and liberty; for he knew
the stern rectitude of Walter would not shrink
from foiing the wickcdncss of his own father,
especially as that father had been an unfcel-
ing tyrant to him
Thus were matters when Walter conducted
the white haired stranger to the presence of
Patrick Mahon, as he leaned over his garden
gate.
Welcome to America, Roland Jackson"
shouted the boat-builder, as he grasped the
strangers hand Eighteen years have pass
ed, Cousin Roland, since you and | parted
company when wrecked off Sandy Hook
For fifteen years [ thought you dead, till
your letter from the West Indies to our I'm
Gle Dennis in North Ireland, broke the belief.
How has the world sped with you, cousin ?"
1t has made me rich Cousin Mahom," re-
piled Roland jackson, as he followed him in
to the housc-Walter had hurried on to kiss
a pair of smiling red lips he had spicd at the
open window above" but it has not healed
the wound the storm-king dealt upon my
heart"
"a fearful wound" said Mahon owe
lost our wives and childrcn-you a daughter,
| son. But come, let speak of mcrricr
things" continued the warm hearted boat.
builder, brushinga tear from his blue eyes,
Your letter prepared me for your coming to
Amcrlca-thc only letter you have written me
since our parting"
" too deemed you had pcrishcd there
y letter, from our uncle bless the old man,
first told me you had been rescued by an En-
glish ship, as was by Spaniard," said
jackson. The letter you wrote, inclosed in
one to me from Uncle Dennis, badc me hast,
en- to Now York to hear something that might
cure this lifelong wound" AS he spoke the
: old man sighed as if the hope were as air, to
be brcathcd and rejected. But to breathe
and to hope are alike Indispensable to man.
" Then listen," said Patrick Mahon, draw
ing near to his cousin. What he said the
reader will imagine when the tale shall be
| finished.
On the eveningof the following day two
circumstances created great commotion in
the neighborhood. One was the news that
Walter, the Bay-pilot, was to marry Mona
Mahon-that nustcrcd all the bcax and dam
sells of the island-the other was the c, or
nous bets made by Kaspcr and Hirkman that
no wedding would take place. Both laid wa
gers right and left, laid immense odds, and
found no lack of takers for had not Pat Ma
hon said Walter should become the fair Mo
mas husband that night, and who ever balk-
ed the determined old boat builder? Old
daddy Hans Fandcrspclt," the council man,
held the stakes in red gold, and could hardly
staggcr to the boat builders house 50 heavy
were his pockets
Roland Jackson and Patrick Mahon were
inseparable, and moved amid the gay and in
creasing crowd, arm in arm; both looking So
happy that all the damscls and lads were ready
to accept each other at once--that is, if their
elders would tackle the affair after such q
soul -clevating fashion.
&" We won't let 'cm know it till it's all
over" said Pat, Mahon, digging his left cl-
bow into the ribs Of Roland jackson
" We won't say word about it, my boy -
said Roland, returning the salute with his
right elbow. Don't [ look young? feel
twenty five"
" Twenty not year older v' said Pat
Mahon, rubbing his hauds till they smoked.
Kasper and llrkman seemed as full of glec
IIa we make gold this night" said tho
father to the SON {" shall win a G1O00. y
Ho! Master Walter is about to do us 4
good turn" said the son. 81 shall win moro
than that. I've wagercd my sioop on it
And when the fellow runs out crazy-fol
surely it will make him mad"
Our lads will finish him, my boy; anG
put an end to his coat and -harbor- guarding, "
growled Kaspcr.
Walter stood by the side of his Mona
The solemn words of the man of God whose
duty it was to make them one were about tc
roll in grand simplicity over the listening
souls of his silent hearers, when Kaspci
Brandown pressed the arms of his son.
Hold p cried Hirkman, confronting tho
bridal party. " [ forbid the marriage. l.
it not crime, ncighbors for a man to marry
his sister Z" AS he spoke he pointed scorn
fully at the bride
Blank astonishment whitencd the faces o
all. Even Mahon and Jackson stared il
wonder. Walter was spccchless with rage
for he believed this vile trick to impede the
wedding. But Kaspcr then advanced.
i" say Walter, the pilot, is the son of Pat
hIohnn nd 81, II