Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-04-08


and ranking passion, ten of the tories were
hanged. Among these, the two tory troopers
who had accompanied Ferris in his murder
Gus errand, met their doom.
1t was deemed necessary to guard the pas
sapes of the Catawba in order to delay the
news of the victory from the knowledge of
CORVALLIS, who was then at Charlotte, wait
ing for convoy of stores. Troops were ac-
cordngly sent to secure these passes, and so
efectually did they intercept all intelligence,
that but confused accounts Of the affair
reached the enemy. At length, CORVALLIS
was compelled, for the safety of Ninety Six,
TO bring his army, though weakened by sick
ness, across the Catawba river. He then re-
ceved his first intelligence respecting the diff.
ferent posts in the province, and discovered
that he had now to contend with all the diff
ficulties of defensive war;
Scarcely was victory proclaimed, ere Bow.
en-, blood and travel stained as he was, was
seen galloping from the scene Of combat.
The fierce passions af bis soul were not yet
quelled. They yet breathed from his COM
pressed lips and blood:shot eyes, and in the
involuntary spur which he gave to his fleet
and noble steed. Like an arrow he speeded
on, till arriving at the homestead, he threw
the reins over the neck of the obedient ami
NAL and hurried in. One hasty glance at
the torn and ruined garden, one shuddering
look at the cold and inanimate corpse OF old
Andrew Craig, stretched where last he had
eat at his hospitable board, and with lower
ing brow and fearless eye, guided by the
voice of Bessie's song, he entered the cham
Der. Propped up in the bed, she was sing
ing, in the wild delirium of fever, the songs
he had so often listened to in happier times,
when Bessie's warblings were to him sweeter
than the songs of matin birds. Her cheek
was still rounded in the full oval Of health,
and flushed to the deep glow of burning
fever her eye sparkled in unnatural brillian-
cy, as slowly and lingeripgly she twined the
brown curls around her white fingers, and
sang in low and touching song, plaintive
Scotch melody. She did not see, or did not
notice, the trooper as he entered, but called to
Ellen Campbell, who was standing near, and
said
"Miss Ellen. will you give me the flowers,
now ? and the glass for Ellick is coming and
I'm to be his wife; his bride the morn, and
its time to be ready. Have / on my white
dress2 Yes" she cried, pulling at the sleeve
of her gown, "but it's not fixed nice" and she
rolled her sleeves high, leaving her dimpled
arms bare. "Now the flowers, Miss Ellen,
and the glass; must see my bonnie face
once more, that Ellick'sso proud of. Do you
know what Ellick tells me, Miss Ellen That
be loves me for my beauty, but dearer far,
for the love that lights it; and smile and
say nothing, when he asks me if / love him,
and I never tell him how, when | dream Of
him at night, l wake with beating heart and
hide my face in my pillow, fearing in great
shame, the love that burns my cheek and
starts the tears to my eyes, though no one
sees me but my Maker; or when l smile
in happy memories of him, start and shrink
if step comes near, thinking they will read
my dear secret in my tell-tale eyes. And so
though he knows love him right we'll, he
does not know how much little Bessie longs
to be his wife, that l may 60 when I please
without any shame, and kiss his manly cheek,
or press my arms around him and tell him
all my love. And I do not know WAY tell
you now, Miss Ellen; but something makes
my tongue talk, and oh ! my heart is burst
ing;" and her tones sank in wretched memo
ry to low wall, as she wept "But Iii new
er be his wife ;never, never rest my head on his
leal heart; never see his brave form more; ;
never smile on his dear face again never,
never feel his lips on mine as they whisper,
Il love you, Bessie" and wailing and weep
ing, "never, never, never" she moaned her
self into low song
"soon my weary e'en ri close
Never mar to wakennever, never never, never mar 10
waken,"
until she sank into an uneasy slumber.
Ellen had, in breathless entreaty, motioned
to Bowen to be silent, and as poor Bessie fell
into sleep, she led him, unresisting, in his
deep despair, into the next room. By the
assistance of Mr. Wiloughby, who was with
her, she prevailed upon him to change his
blood.stained clothes and to wash the marks
of the bloody conflict from his person. He
asked no questions, but quietly submitted to
their direction, when they told him his ap-
pearance might shock Bessie, who had re.
turns of hemorrhage from ruptured blood
vessel. His determination, however, was un-
alterable to return to the room, and no soon
er had he cleaned himself of the revolving
stains, than again he hurried to the cham Der.
Bessie was again moving in restless slumber
Her cheek was crimsoned to the deepest dam
ask as she tossed her white arms and moaned
in agony. Suddenly starting, wide awake,
she uttered most APPALLING cry of terror, as
she clasped her hands above her head and
cried
"Save me, save me; Oh g.! God, save me.
Father, where are you? They will murder
your Bessie; oh w she cried, covering un.
der the bed clothes and clutching them around
her person. "Spare me- for Gods sake spare
me or kill me-though so young, am not
afraid to die In mercy kill me, and God
will bless you Ellick, Ellick, oh, God your
Bessie, Ellick! Is there no mercy! mercy
mercy!' and shrek after shrek followed
in startling peals, till Ellen, perfectly un-
nerved, throws herself upon the bed in bitter
and passionate grief while poor Mr.. Will
loughby, with tears streaming down his cheeks,
in vain tried to console her. In suffering,
scarcely less intense than poor Bessie, Bowen
stood by her side She did not know him, nor
did she know any one. In fearless silence
he watched the deliriouS struggle till nature
relieved the sufferer, and again the blood
gushed from her lips. He thought she was
diving, and his livid face was now contracted
to greater endurance. But Ellen quickly
arose, and with her gentle woman's hand,
wiped the oozing life-blood, as she whispered
to Bowen, that it was not yet death. The
hemorrhag ge ceased and relieved the delirium,
and in perfect exhaustion, Bessies white face
now rested on the pillow. She exhibited no
surprise as she opened her eyes and gazed
long and earnestly at Bowen. At length,
STOPPING to kiss her damp brow, he whisper