Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-09-23

respond, "poor, dear soul,' and apply the
smelling bottle but she goes through her
nuptial martyrdom with great fortitude, nev.
ertheless. In nine cases out of ten the bride
groom is more illustrated" than the fragile
and lovely creature at his side but nobody
thinks of plying him, poor, fellow All sym.
pathy, compassion, interest, is concentrated
upon the bride, and if one of the groomsmen
does recommend him to take glass of wine
before the ceremony. to steady his nerves, the
advice is given superciliously-as who should
say, "What a spoony yos are, old fellow"
RESULTS OF A DREAM.
Among the Scotch-Iri settlers in Wash.
ington county, in 1912, was family named
BIymire, who occupied a comfortable farm
and house. Rachel, the daughter, was en-.
gagged to young farmer. in the neighbor-
hood On Saturday evening in July, hav.
ing finished her weeks work, she dressed
herself tidily and started to visit her mar
ried sister, who lived on farm about five
miles distant, intending to return on Monday
morning She tied up her Sunday gown and
nat in a checkered handkerchief, and carried
her shoes and stockings in her other hand,
intending to walk in bare feet, and put. them
on. when she came in sight of her destination,
after the canny Scotch fashion. She left
home about seven o'clock. in order to have
the cool of the evening for her walk. The
road to the farm was lonely and unfrequented.
The girl did not return home on Monday, but
no alarm was felt; as the family thought her
sister would probably wish to detain her q
few days, and it was not until the latter part
of the week that it was found she had no.
been at her sisters. The country was scour-
ed, but in vain; the alarm spread and excl
ted degree of terror in the peaceable dot
mestic community which would seem mex.
plicable to city people, to whom the newspa-
per had brought a budget Of crime every
morning since their childhood. To children
raised in those lonely hamlets, and hill farms,
murder was far off, unreal horror Usually
all they knew Of it was from the doings Of
Cain and Abel, set off with hideous wood cuts
in the family Bible.
The girl had left home on Saturday night
at seven o'clock. That night, long before
ten o'clock Farmers going to bed with the
chickens), woman living in Green county,
about forty miles from the Blymire farm,
awoke her husband in great terror, declar-
ing she had just seen a murder done, and
went on to describe a place she had never
seen before-a hilly country, with a wagon
road running through it, and girl with
bundle tied with checkered handkerchief,
her shoes and white stockings in the other
hand and walking briskly down the grassy
side of the road. She was met by young
man-the woman judged from their manner
that the meeting was by appointment; they sat
down, on log and talked for some time.
The man at last rose, stepped behind her,
and, drawing hatchet, struck her twice on
the head. She fell back on the wet, rotten
leaves, dead. Presently this young man was
Joined by another, also young, who asked, "1s
it done?" He nodded, and together they
lifted the body and carried it away out of her
sight. After awhile they came back, found
the bundle of Sunday fnery, and the shoes
and stockings, all of them stained with blood
There was ruined old mill near the road !;
they went into it, lifted a plank in the floor.
ing, put the bundle, shoes, etc., with the hatch
ct, underneath, and replaced the plank. They
then separated and went through the woods
in different directions. The farmers wife
told her dream to her husband that night {;
the next day (Sunday) going to little coun.
try church, she remained during the inter
mission between the morning and afternoon
services. The neighbors, who had come from
circuit of twenty miles to 60 to church,
gathered, according to their homely habit, in
the churchyard to eat their lunch and ex.
change the news. Our dreamer told her sto.
| onl T,e cb hy
it as if it had been a reality. After the af-
ternoon services the congregation separated,
going to their widely scattered homes There
were thus many witnesses ready to certify to
the fact that the woman had told the dream
the morning after the murder was committed,
at distance of forty miles, where it was alb.
solutely impossible that the news should have
reached her. There were no teiegraphs, we
must remember, and no railways, in those
days-not even mail carriers in those seclu-
ded districts
When the story of the girls disappear
ance was told over the country at the end
of the next week, the people to whom
the dream had been repeated recalled it.
Nowadays, the matter would only serve as
good material for the reporters, but men Of
those days still believed that God took an
over sight even of their dreams. Might not
this be hint from Him? The Rev. Charles
Wheeler, Baptist clergyman of Washington,
we'll known in Western Pennsylvania and Vir-
ginia generation ago, and Ephraim Blaine,
Esq, magistrate, father Of the present SEN
ator from Maine, and popular man in his
narrow circle, drove over to see the woman
who had told the dream. Without stating
their purpose, they took her and her husband
on pretense of business, to the Blymire farm.
1t was the first time in her life that she had
left her own country, and she was greatly
amused and interested. They drove over the
whole of the road down which Rachel Bly,
mire had gone.
"Have you ever seen this neighborhood be.
ore ?" one of them asked.
"Never," she replied.
That ended the matter and they turned
back, taking little cross road to save time.
Presently the woman started up in great agi-
tation and exclaimed, "This is the place I
dreamed ofw They assured her that Rachel
Blymire had not been on that road at all.
81 know nothing about her." said she, "but
the girl I saw in my dream came along here !;
there is the path through which the man
came, and beyond that turning you will find
the log on which he killed her" They did
find the log, and on it the stanis of blood. The
woman, walking swiftly, led them to the old