The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1861-04-04
The Poisoned Aim ond.


from the red field of battle to- the anxious
hearts of the citizens of New Orleans. As
night came down upon the rescued, the
glare of huge bonfres, the flashing of dan
cling torches, and the glitter Of innumera
bic lamps, with jubilant shouts, cries, and
exultant laughter, that met eye and ear
at every turn, betokened the victor's tri-
umph. The humble home Of the artisan
and the proud mansion of the rich alike
shone with the light and rcsounded with
sounds ofjoy. But no homo was SO gay
and resplendent as that of the wealthy
and hospitable General Daintmert; whose
twin-born sons had that day been fore
most in the battle, and who were now
fresh from victory to see their only sister
welded to William Avern, q young and
distinguished captain Of the Tennessee RI
hes.
Long before Packenham gave his sol
diers the bandit watchwor'l of " Booty
and Beauty" William Aveln and Clara
Dainemert had pledged Their VOWS; and
their loves having gained the willing con-
sent Of the General, the dsly that should
see them united had been fixed upon, and
that day was the Sth Of January Z; though
when the time was appointed, none
dreamed that it was to be day of battle.
Honored and unscathed, the young Ten
nesseean had ridden from the field as the
enemy turned in defeat and dismay, and
with old white-haired Dainemert and his
warrior boys, had fastened to bear the
happy news to mother, sister and betroth-
ed.
ashe shall be yours this night, my
dear William said the old General, as
they drew rein before his house. "What
happier date for a marriage anniversary
than that which shall be anatrons pride.
ia the good ncws is before us" he. con-
tinued, as his wife and daughter sprang
from The house to greSt him.
"Thank-hcavon. you have al returned
safe in life and limb" was the exclama-
tion of the wife and mother, as she en-
braced her husband and sons.
nThank the God Of battles that lie has
given our Countryside victory" was the
RESPONSE of the stout old patriot.
The lovers uttered not 0 word, but the
beaming of their eyes spoke volumes OF
mutual happiness.
But if the joy of the lovers found no
tongue, the clamorous and hearty shouts
of the ebon-visagcd servants, clustering
around with eager faces that shone in the
torchlight, made ample amends
aI have promise to fulfill" said the
General, "and we must invite our friends
as fast as legs can carry messages. vii
liam is to wed Clara this night. Come,
wife, you are nimblc with the pen; write
to those who stand upon etiquette, and
and hurry off verbal invitations to the
rest. Send for your bridesmaids, Clara
my sons shall be your groomsmen, VIII
liam. I would that your father were
alive to see this happy day! You spring
from a race of soldiers, NY dear boy, and
this campaign has proved you worthy Of
Descent
This was spoken as the General led the
way.into his parlor, and every word was
heard by dark-faced and naughty young
man, who rose from a sofa as they enter
ed.
"WeIl, nephew, we won the fight, and
Henry St. Maur was not there" said the
General, with aseverc glance, as the young
man met his eye.
"Hen1y St. Maur, when taken prison
er at Detroit" replied his nephew, pied
oed his word not to bear arms against
England during this war. But my heart
was with you, all uncle
off had been at Detroit" retorted the
old patriot, and if 1 had been Henry St
Maur. I'd remained a csptivc rather thar
occent liberty with my sword. in limbo
But make ready, my boys, for the wed
ding! Be merry and happy while yol
can!"
So saying the noble old soldier hasten
ed to change his. dress; while his sons
with William Avern, hurried to thei
anartments to exchange their war-stain
ed garb for garments oeitting the occa
Horny St. Maur, coward in heart an'
O. villain in mind, had long loved his cous