The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1876-02-05

comrades told that he did not sanction
their bacctanallan conduct.
Comet enough Of thlsi'' he sudden"
ly cried, rising from the table, which
had been dragged to the centre Of the
room. "Get up, boys, and let's be go
ING. I told you at Wiley's that you had
vine enough, but you mast bring some
here and drnE yourselves stuped. Tom
Scott, and you Blakeson, am ashamed
Of you What would we do II gang
of rebels should catch us In TINS con,
ditlon7 You know the mercy we would
get, and yet you sit there as careless
as statues-drunk as old Bacchus him.
self"
Then an expression OF contempt
passed over the mans face, ,and, stoop-
q Up Up the rebels, are comlngP
But his cry of alarm did not intuse
much life into the men at the table
One or two heads we're raised, but the
drunken leer that made the faces hide'
GUS was enough to provoke smlle,eVen
from the mad tory.
Men % he sDeered, contsmptuous-
ly. "Dogs | every one OF you. I've
a mind to ride down to the Pacolet
swamp and tell the rebels hiding there
that the men they hate are In their
power. l have thought that cem'
manded men, not drunkards T. ana ne
struck the table with the butt OF ms
pistol, but could not rouse his stupiu
followers. ~
The next moment, with an oath on
his lips. he strobe to the door, when
he jerked open, and stepped upon the
porch. ,,,, h
hissed, 81 suppose I must lead tue
horses up, and tie each fool In the SAD
dle."
He was stepping from the porch for
the purpose Of attending to the horses
which he supposed were still tethered
at the trees, when a form rose before
him and he started back with gasp OF
| terror.
"Who in the mischief"
" Alice Beauchampe l'' was the In
terruption OF the apparition. Inc
daughter of the old man basely MUIR
dered by your hands Down on your
miserable knees, Godfrey Lang, and
beg for the mercy you have never
granted others Down, say y
Perhaps the shadows Of the window
sash did not premit him to see the pistol
that was clutched in the hand of the
fearless girl, else his rashness might
have been curbed.
Kneel to you ? Never - he cried.
The weapon which he raised dropped
before the flash that followed his last
words, and with a groan of pain he
staggered back to drop dead among his
drunken comrades.
Alice Beauchampe, amazed at her
own courage, stood silent amidst the
smoke of her own pistol. She saw the
bacchantes try to shake of their topper
at sight of their stricken leader, and
one rose to his feet to fall as sooh as
he needed support.
Now for the swamp - she cried,
with triumph, and the next minute
rushed from the disgusting sight.
An hour passed away, land the drunk
en- tories began to recover their chleI,
who had dropped to the floor, seemed
to sober them with his cold face and
staring eyes, and when they had almost
recovered their scattered wits, the foo
| Gnby uT6hu6u WAS uPOh ehSh'
Alice Beauchampe's voice had hred
the hearts Of a patriot band for ven
geance. On her way to the swamp she
had encountered the partisans who had
captured one of the flying horses, and
were following the trail. ...
The conflict between patriot and tory
was brief and almost bloodless.
The five avengers were made prison.
ers, and sued like towards for the mer-
cy they had never granted to a living
being.
l need not describe the scene that
followed. Suffice 1t to say that tne
trees in front of Alice Beauchampe's
home bore the strangest fruit that ever
hung from living limb.
The vengeance of the patriots was as
complete as terrible, and when the glo-
rious sun rose again, the dreaded men
of the lovely district had ceased to fright"
en- people with their name.
Alice Beauchampe, whose courage
had led to the determination OF the
avenging band. became the heroine OF
the day, and after the termination OF
hostilities welded lieutenant OF Mar
ions men. Her heroism Is venerated, (,
and her gallant exploits narrated daily
by hundreds of her descendants In the
Palmetto State.