The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1878-07-26
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believe trothfully. He wastpaA Afalito be
correct throushout, and @tatcylr other
crimes have been charged asainStl him no
man has ever yet accused him ofiying.
"W hat he tells you you may rely ot," is the
testimony OF all, and when Redmpnd gavo'
Mrs. Barton his word that he fould not
harm his worst enemy, her husband, she
knew her man, and called upot that bus
band to come out and face dozen rifles in
the hands of angry men who wete eager to
kill him on the spot. You may condemn
some things he has done, and of which he
has told you, if you will, but, for sweet
Justice s sake, give him credit fdr the good
that is in him, and of which other people
tell you. What he has done We partly may
compute. Himself only knoEs what he
has resisted "He will taxi moro cursing
than any man l ever saw,f said noun.
taineer to me. 81 heard a man cali him
c. id liar, and he $nly laughed at
him. He tries to keep The peace at all
times, and never has fuss with any one
when he can help it. He Is fair, and will
hold his end of the bride, but when he
starts he is game. When he says that's
enough you may know it's plenty. He
is one OF the most sensible men | know,
and only needs an education to make him a
leader in the country" This may be poor
logic, but it presents no bad picture of the
character of its subject.
THE LAST INTERVIEW.
After breakfast our party went once
more upon the hillside where held NV
third and last interview with the outlaw
Inc rouvcrsation -sras on; moro gd5era
character than on former occasions, and his
thoughts were directed at last to review
of his carly life.
"Iou were not old enough to 90 into the
army during the war, were you?"
asked.
"Yes," he said, II ran away from home
when | was thirteen years old, and went to
join the company my brother belonged to.
When first talked about going my father
said if L went he would bring me back and
whip me half to death. He sent me to
feed the horses one night and took a pair
Of pants and a shirt and struck out for the
nearest station, where my brother was, aud
got there just as tho chickens were Growing
for day. My brother aud the other men
told me to go back, but wouldn't, The
company started Sofa thai. day, and, geihad.
gore shat nina 1r E fa Raj, er com.
sffS Net us at tho fofEs 81 the road
and stopped me. I couldn't help from
shedding. tears to save my life. He begged
me to go back, and the men begged me, SO
went. My brother came home afterwards
on sick furlough, and when he returned to
his company l went with him and STAYED
SIX months. He was shot and sent home,
and they gave HE furloDgh at the same
time to so with him. The Yankees cap
tured him at home soon after, but | was SO
young they did not bother me. l never saw
my brother again he died in some North
ern prison. Another brother, The Oldest,
came homesa year before the sufrsaaer wilR
his right hand shot srd SsSSss siI ouIder1
shattered, aud was badly wonpdsdtin the
foot. He had reesived seven, balls in ALL
have another brother living in -, (an-
other State,) but l never write to him now.
and he does not know of my troubles. If
L were to tell him it would only distress
him, and he might come and get inte a diff.
hculty on my account"
THE OUTLAW wEEps.
The outlaw paused, and looking up I saw
that he was weeping and had buried his
lace In MS hands. L hal been intent on
my note book while he was speaking, and
though | detected Il slight trcmor in his
voice, did not suspect the cause or look up
until he ceased speaking l was both sur
prised and shocked beyond measure at such
manifestation Of emotion in such man,
and knew not what to say He tried to
control himself, and looking at me with
smiling, tear-wet face, sobbeI out in spite
of all his effort: 81 cant help it, can't
help it. am not a crying man bat when I
think Of these things and Of n,ysfathcr and
brothers, and how they fought and were shot
to pieces or died in prison, and thet think
how have been served, cant helncrying.
| ought not to do it, but | can't heb it
cant help it," he repeated sadly, again and
again, as if in shamed apology for a weak
ness he feared | would despise. did not
dcspise him, | was sorry for him. 1 am
poor, tender hearted fool myself, at best
One touch OF nature will make me feel akin
10 anybody, even a revenue officer, and my
best nature was touched. Bohemian and
brigand, we were there together, sitting
apart, with the mountaineers looking won
derlngly on, and it was all could do to
CIV. lou