The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1878-07-26

| matter. But feel free to say nevertheless
that | AIN honestly of opinion that he acted
with more zeal than discretion in this one
| Instance, and would have accomplished
much more good had ho followed up Red.
mond less closely and the revenue officers
more so. TO do him justice, however, he
did order the recently reported investigation
and would no doubt make good use of it if
opportunity were presented. 10 return to
Redmond. L have promised to end his
story with this letter, and though 1 hope
no one If tHy readers have wearied of him
as as yet, l shall try to keep nv word.
A FALSE ALARM.
Feeling really i'll from the effects of
fatigue, as l have said before 1 was COM
PEELED to close my second interview with
hisefttle before midnight, when he again
accompanied, me to the house of our mu-
tual friend, my host. There l babe him
goodnight, and went to bed, while he and
my host took blankets and walked off to
sleep in the woods. quickly fell into an
uneasy semi. conscious state, frem which 7
was startled an hour later by the subducd
voice Of our kind young hostess whispering
to my companion, Mr.. Fields, to "get up,
please, and strike light; the Revenues
areall around the house!' The frightened
wife clad in her night dress only, and
seemed beside herself with anxiety and
alarm. 81 have heard some one walking
in the yard" she said, .and they always
come about this time OF night" Mr.
Fields arose and striking a match chow
hard they were to find y went to the win
dow and called, "Who is there ?" a voice
answered, a whispered consultation followed,
and at last my companion came back and
whispered to me that not the Revenues but
the prisoner they had captured the day be-
fore was without! | congratulated him in
my heart on his escape, and Mrs.-rum-
mayed around and got him supper i did
not scc him, but my ho,tess and my con-
panlon told me they never saw a man eat
ST. much in their respective lives Then
he pushed on over the hills and far away
to To- home from which he had been taken
the morning before, and where, no doubt,
he was welcomed as one risen from the dead.
1t was the old story of captors, .dezing,.Fa o.
sudden dash for ibsgtFssa Gu bullets
-dedged, aadafreedeem ehel tfnSs
Redmond-nay, how the whole neighbor.
hood rejoiced over the fact of his escape
next morning Peccapi, but I couldn't
help il, por could you had you been in my
plasy
REpMoND's BENEvoLENCE.
Redmond breakfasted with us next morn.
ing, and our. hostess waited upon US and
could not do enough for him. The simple
hearted women of the mountains all admire
If they do not love him, and neither his
name nor his presence have any terrors for
them. Why it was only last year, say they,
that he paid off the taxes which were hang.
ing over the heads Of am afraid to state
how many poor families, and took his pay,
when he got any, in "chips and whetstones"
and other like valuables, among which was
veteran ram, which one old lady forced
upon him, and which lie enyer saw after
the day of transfer. tpreferred her yard
to his, it seemed, and he never went back
for it. Aud besides all this, did he not ride
five consecutive days working for Hamp-
ton" during the last campaign, and on elec-
tion day did he not hitch up his own wagon
and team and send eight or ten old men
who couldn't walk, and who hadn't voted
for years, all the way from their homes to
the poll at Eastatoc, where he dare not 20
himself? And, outlaw as he is, is he not
now supporting his three sisters, who have
no other dependence, and one of whom has
been cripple for eleven years? Certainly
he has done and he is doing all these things,
as every body hercabouts will tell you.
OTHER GOOD DEEDS.
1t was not so very long ago that poor
man, whose oxen and four sheep which he
had taken to market were levied on for
taxes at Pickens Courthouse, met "the
Major" in the road and asked for help and
got it. 1t was n small sum, only Sc 25, but
it was very large sum to the poor farmer
and to the despised Samaritan, but it was
given freely, and has never been returned
or asked for. No, the money was neither
stolen on the highway nor was it the re-
turn of any unlawful sale; it was the price
of produce grown on the outlaws farm by
hard labor, and which farm and home he
darcs not visit except at night and at long
intervals, at the risk of his life. "The
Revenues have been there after him very
often" said one, Revenue himself, to me
today.
HOW REDMOND TOLD HIS TALE.
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