The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1869-12-09
MISCELLANY.
Three Brave Men.

shc asked. lou nave pieHty w o'''"
But they dun't suit me, id Barbn'
ta,' coOlly tying her raFls befor" the
mirror.
why not?'
i want, when | marry, man who Is
brave, equal to any cnersucy. If give
up my liberty, | waut to he take" care
Of
SILLY child. What is the matter with
Big Barney, the hlacksmi'h?'
He is big. but | never learned that
he WIS brave
Sand you never heard that h. Va"
not. Wnat is h. matter wi h Ernes!,
the gun>niith?'
Hes as placid as Yoa,'s milk
That is no sign he Is IA cward.-
There is ii tie Fritz, th.. tanmrr; he Is
,quatrelsomc enough for you, sur ly.
'IIe is no bigger than bantolh cock.
Itis little he cuuld d. if thn h, use WIS
set upon by robbers
alt is mt always strength that wins
h fight, girl. |, takes brains us we'll "s
b,awn. Cote now, BI:bara, give those
a fair t,ial.'
BARBRA, turned her faci before tn"
mirror, letting down one raven trcss,
and looping up another.
4 will, mother she said. at last.
That evening, Ernest, the sunsmith,
Knocked at the door,
You sent frr me, Barbara?' he said,
gaihs TO the girl, who stood upon the
hearth, coquct,ishly warming one pref
ty foot aud then the other.
Ernest, she replied. I've
been blinking of what you sa'd the 9TH
ct night. when you were here
We'll. BarbaraT 7
Erncs, spoke quietly, but his dark
blue eyes flashed. as he looked at he
intcn,ly.
L want to test yon:'
IIow?'
4 want to see if you dare do disa-
greeabIe thing
what is it?'
There is an I'D coffin upstairs. It
snclls of mould. They say Redmond,
the murderer, was buried in it, bnt the
devil came for his body and left the
coffin empty, at the end of a week, aud
it was finally taken from tic tomb. 1t
is up stairs in the ro"m my grand fa-
tier died in. aud they say grand-sire
d,es not fest easy in his grave for <o'"e
reason, though tlat | know no'hi s
ab ut. Dare YOU make that your bed
tonight
Ernest laughed.
Is that all? will do that and sleep
sohnd!y. Why, pretty, did y"u think
I had weak nerves?'
Your nerves will have gonl proof it
you undertake it. Remember, n one
sleeps in that wing Of the house
i >nall sleep the suu"d"r.'
&C ri n:shS then will Zen Il lad
10 show yuu to the chambrr: IT y"u
stay there till morning, said the i'nrc-
rinu, Miss Barbara, with nod O. her
pretty ttcad,' will marry you
You VOW il?
q VOW it.
Ernest turned strai-htwny, and fol'
lowed lad in waiting, through dim
rooms aud passages, cciuing stains, u
long narrow damp ways, whore ra's
seu,tIed before them, t, n low chamber.
r. The boy looked pale and scar'd. and
evidently wanted to hurry sway; but
Ernest made him wait until lc t"k Il
survey Of tho ronm by the aid If hi,
lamp. 1t was very large aud full "i
tocesses. with high wind"ws in th"m
which we're barred across. He rrm"m
bered that old GruudSire Ferros had
been insane several years before III:
death, 20 ,lrat precau'ion had been ne
cessary for the safety Of himself "nt
others In the centre Of the room stool
coffin; beside it was placed chair
The room was otherwise empty.
Ernest stretched himself in the c"ffin
BE kind enough to tell Miss Barbar;
that it is a very nice fit. said he.
The boy vent ont and shut the door