Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1872-11-28

was wet with tears, as they sat on their horses
at the great gate before the house, giving ut
terance to their painful fears, and just about
to separate into detachments for the purpose
pose of thoroughly securing the surrounding
country.
At this moment they were surprised at the
sight of the agitated husband, who came
riding up from the house to join them and as.
sist in prosecuting the search. A murmur OF
pity and sympathy burst from the crowd.
Captain Player rode up to him, and, wiring
ing his hand, spoke in voice choked by emo
ton.
"Your neighbors will be glad to listen to
any suggestion you may make, Mr.. Galloway ;
but this is hardly the place for you. Go back
to your freside, and await US there, Tom.
We will do all that friends and neighbors can
do; and if we can find a trace of her, we will
send courier to let you know"
Galloway, with a face gray and pinched by
suffering, looked helplessly around, like one
oppressed by deadly nightmare. He seemed
striving to speak, but without the power to
find utterancein words. There was something
almost of awe in his suffering, that made even
Pity silent.
"Go back to your home, Toni" entreated
Captain Player, as he brushed away tear.
"You will never see her alive, again! 1t may
be terrible sight for any of us to look on,
but, most of all, for you that loved her. We
have given up all hope, now, Tom-it is best
to tell you the plain truth-all hope, but that
of finding her murdered body"
"Murdered ?" The word broke in wild
cry from the lips of the agonized man, as
though he had been struggling to utter it, and
as if the conception of so fearful thought
had paralyzed him. "Kill me, my friends
kill me! and let me die with her She was
so good and patient, and I-have pity upon
me, and let me die with her!"
"God have mercy upon him ?" muttered
Captain Player. "This is so terrible blow
to him! 1t has made him almost mad"
He beckoned to couple of young men,
and silently intimated to them to take charge
of the unfortunate man, and lead him home !;
but Galloway becoming calmer, and insisting
upon accompanying his neighbors in the
search, the party divided into small squads,
and separated, going in different directions, to
give the country thorough search, far and
| wide.
Had the criminal, the one guilty of the
heinous crime, the clue to the discovery of
which they were now seeking, seen them
plunging into every thicket and recess, and
cropping into every out of the way place, eve.
ry copse, every dell, every fence corner, and
prying with eager eyes into every brush heap,
and scrutinizing every drifted bank Of leaves
to find some clue to the crime and its perpe.
traitor, his heart must have sunk within him,
and he must have felt that there was no cave
dark and deep enough, and no nook far
enough retired, to hide the evidences of crime,
when Heaven had called up the earnest in
quisitors of blood and put them Upon his
track.
Hour after hour rolled on; the sun had
mounted high in the heavens, and was declin-
ing in his western course, while the various
squads still secured the woods in every direc'
ton, yet still in vain.
One party, at the head of which was Captain
Player, we're cropping their way along through
an oak thicket, when suddenly they emerged
into small clearing near half a mile from
the dwelling-house. On the edge of the clear
ing stood solitary negro cabin, built Of logs
in which was heard the sound of excited
voices. Captain Player, from mere feeling
of curiosity, turned his horses head, and riding
up to the door of the hut, looked curiously in.
Before the wide chimney, crouched an old
negress, gesticulating violently, and talking
wildly and incoherently; while on stool at
her side sat stouter woman, herself beyond
the middle age, with her hand on the shoul-
der of the crouching woman, vainly endeav-
oring to pacify and calm her.
The older woman, whose face was withered
with age was raving Ikea maniac. Her wild
and excited eyes, disordered garb, incoherent
language and extravagant gesticulations, told
story of insanity.
"Hush sis Phoebe, hush you dunno what
you talk about" said the woman on the stool,
shaking her crouching companion by the
shoulder--hush and 60 to sleep and let me
rest too"
"Blood on the dairy foor-blood on the
milk pans-blood on the axe, blood on Georges
clothes, blood every where. Didn't see my
poor babe, 1 carry in desc arms, crawl to his
feet and with her bloody arms around his
knees, beg-beg-beg ever so hard. Don't
you do it, George! don't don't Catch the
axe, Sarai-Sarai! Oh! Lord Oh Lord, it
comes down on my poor darling's alabaster
brow! Oh Lord, have mercy!'' and with a
shrill, wild scream, the poor creature sprang
to her feet, painting with horror and alright ;
and sought to escape as from some terrible
vision when she was seized and detained by
the strong arms of her nurse; and, after a
wild struggle, fell whimpering and moaning
to the floor, where she lay covering and shiv-
ering in terror, muttering words of fearful
import.
"Good heavens!'' cried Captain Player as
he hastily dsmounted and made his way into
the hut, "What does all this mean"
"Ah, massa!" answered the nurse with a
shake of her head, "old sister Phoebe gone
clean wild-crazy wild distress after Miss Ma
tilda"
! "But what does all her talk about blood
mean?" asked Captain Player. "Has she