Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1872-06-13

"There, Conway, you have said enough
said Mrs. Elliott, firmly.
"But, mother, it was shameful, shameful
And before the children, too" and Conway's
proud head was raised with unusual scorn.
Grace neither blnshed nor looked ashamed.
She stood quietly with her left hand clasped
over the one which had raised such tumult,
until Conway was silent, and then spoke un'
falteringly-
II did right, and Captain Clinton no wrong
You can think what you please. have no
explanation to Offer"
Stuart and Alice sat silent and wondering.
They were too we'll trained to interrupt any
one and knew it was not well to draw Con.
ways rage against themselves Mrs. Elliott
without saying much, always shielded the
weaker party and brought back peace.
GAS Grace is so much like one who is gone,
and the mothers eyes were raised to the por-
trait of her lost son, eve will suppose it was
meant as tribute to him."
She held out her hand, Grace went and
took it, bent over and kissed her mother, and
tears were in the eyes of both. Conway was
silenced.
Several times that day the eyes Of Mrs. El'
liott sought those of Grace with questioning
look, and hers replied with beseeching "not
yet"
None of them could set themselves to any
steady employment They were all in that
restless state which follows the withdrawal Of
great excitement; and there was little un'
pleasant feeling from Conway's studied avoid.
ance of Grace
The sitting-room was found to need very
little rearranging every thing was as much
in its place as if a lady had occupied it-noth.
ing was gone; and on the table were Savannah
papers of late date
Afterwards was found behind the table
as if it had fallen accidentally-a small vol
ume Of Whittier's poems-on the fly leaf Of
which was written, "Henry L. Clinton, Au.
burn, New York"
Mrs. Elliott gave the book to Grace with a
kiss, and the remark, "Take it, pet; you and
I are good friends of its late owner, and we'll
keep it for his sake"
ConwaYs eyes opened with astonishment.
There was more in it than she could under
stand, and from that moment her coldness be-
gan to disappear. But we anticipate.
No stragglers appeared, and as the day
wore on, one and another began to wish father
would come.
"If only knew he was in safety" said
Mrs. Elliott.
eff he is safe, he'll be here tonight; he'll
be here tonight, thought Grace, for I told
him the army would leave to-day" but she
did not dare to say it. She dreaded to be
questioned. The look Captain Clinton had
given when he had said mo troops are behind
us, haunted her. Did he mean they had Civ
en- up going after Wheeler's cavalry, and had
returned from looking for her father? If he
had been sure of it, would he not have been
more explicit? And while she was uncer-
tain, she did not express her hopes; but was
both hopeful and fearful.
Daddy Dick and maum Hess were loud in
their complaints Of what had been stolen from
them, and how they and Miss Georgia "was
done broke up."
"Dey took my fryin' pan right off de fire,
wild de meat in it, an walked of: I jis' was
bout to lef' ebry ting and have 'em back,
wheder or no, wen de arhole army came crow
din right in my house an wen dey was
through, dere want 'nuf of no6n' lef for grease
a griddle."
Maum Hess "whole army" was dozen or
so of soldiers, who turned her neat cabin topsy
turvy, and carried off everything eatable,
besides kicking out of doors her bed and box
of Sunday meeting clothes"
"Dere amt lock lef on the corn house,
an de rice is jes' ruined wild dem mems
trampin' Oh it to get dat little bit o meal was
in de lof; an d.n wen I 'monstrated bout it,
dey jes' said it was no count swamp seed, an
kick near bout peck right in my face. I
was so mad I tole dem wot I thought, an dey
laf like it was fun" said old daddy Dick.
"What did you tell them, daddy Dick p
asked Stuart.
81 tole dem dey didn't hab no sense, to call
good rice as dat, swamp seed; an dey didn't
hab no manners to 'buse an ruin it up in dat
way. My ole mass'r was one OBJ de fus' fami"
lies in de State, an he didn't raise no svamp
seed Dey mus tink he was poor buckra,
like dem folks we're day come from, wot don't
own no black people,"
"Did they let you talk that way?" said
Alice.
eyes, little Miss, dey jes' laf an laf. Dey
ak me how I know mass'r Claude was one OBJ
de fus' families an say, case he is-it's in
de blood. We has got good blood dere's
not one has eber been an oberseer, and not
one has eber married meath him, an dey' got
heap O. black people; )" and old Dick chuckled
at the thought of his wonderful answers.
Chow did you know so much about our
family?" queried Stuart.
"How 1 know? Hain't I been in de fami-
ly eber since it fus' started ? I was done
growed wen your fader WAS little boy. I
b'longed t'yer gran fathers great gran father"
"I didn't know you was so old" said Alice,
wonderingly. "You must remember the rev.
olutionary war;"
"Member it? I reckon I does. I knows
all bout it"
"I've heard daddy Dick tell about good
many things that I heard grand father talk
of, before he died." said Stuart.
1--WE want some more wood, daddy Dick, +"
said Mrs. Elliott, going to the door. "Come