The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1881-06-04
his hand and heart. Rising in my seat,

| his hand and heart. Rising in my seat,
said:
"Mark Ruthson, no words can express
the disgust feel for you, and if you nsul,
me again will cowhidc you, sirl"
1t would be impossible to depict the
expression OF rage which swept over his
face.
Jane Manncring, mark my woads,
will be rcvenged."
C,stng upon HIM look of unutterabc
contempt, l whipped my horse and soon
lost sight OF him.
The rext day Mark Rutllson left the vii.
lage and went no one knew where. A year
from that Harry Clcycrly and were mar
rlcd, and with the blessing Of my mother,
and the best wishes Of my friends, We
started for the Western wilderness.
will pass over a period of ten years,
during which substantial log cabin had
been built; rude though it was, love made
1t little palace. Our hearts were also
gladdencd by our little Eddie, the image OF
his father, and noble little fellow.
About this time we heard of the depre-
dations that the Indians were committing,
by some passing slragglers, which filled us
with u temporary alarm. But our fears
soon passed away, and we regarded the
report as greatly exaggerated, or totally
untrue.
One evening Eddie returned from his
rambles, bringing with him moccasin,
which he said he found in tho woods. This
filled me with alarm and uneasincss l felt
prescntimcnt OF coming danger. go.
Next morning mentioned my fears 10
Hairy. But he only laughed at my terror,
and playfully handing me u little revolver,
bade me defend myself like man, and
went to the woods to his daily work.
slipped the revolver into my pocket play
fully, but could not entirely divcst myself
of my fears.
For All hour / sat on my low rocking
chair, counting the moments as they flew,
when my attention was attracted by noise
on the opposite side Of the room Looking
quickly around, 10 my dismay, saw a
dozen Indians, evidently lust from war,
each bearing his bloody scalp. The fore
most advanced, and appeared to be the
chief Of the party. He approached and
would have laid rough hands on me, when
my darling boy raised himself to his full
height, his blue eyes flashing, and demand
cd what they meant by their intrusion,
and how they dared lay hands on his
mother.
The ,chiet paid no attention to hlm, but
bade his warriors bind us, which was
quickly done, and after few moments,
the chiefs retired for consultations; when,
seizing al opportunity, scratched Oh the
wall:
"Harry, we are in the hands of the In
dams"
The chiefs returned, and VIC were soon
borne with rapid, but noisclcss steps, into
depths of the wilderness. The chief who
had bound us attracted my attention. I
was sure had seen him before, but where
| could not say.
Three days and three nights without
stopping, We were borne away from our
home, and the fourth we stopped in small
hollow, which found strewed with bones
and skulls While contemplating this
scene with horror, looked up, and the In
dian chief stood before me. With sncer
over his dark features, he said, IN good
Eug1ish 4si,a.,, ,..,, ,,.... ,...
Manncring, for 80 will call you have by
no means forgotten YOU"
"Who are you2" SAID L.
81 am Mark Ruthson," the chief replied,
and in those ,ralnted features, l remcm-
bered the hypocrlticai Eacc of the consum-
mate villain. '.-~..
There was no pity III his revcngefuI
heart, and read our doom in those hard
features.
'DO you see yondcr tree ?" said he, in
a quick, sharp tone. "Before the night
your boy will be bound to that tree, and
his young scalp will be clipped from his
head by my savage friends; and you will
remain and in the morning share the same
fate !"
Oil how quickly the day few, and the
night approached; and just as twilight was
setting III, a ruthless savage seized my boy
roughly by the arms, and bound him to a
tree. First he waved IL tomahawk over his
head to frghtcn him; but the boys blue
eyes looked steadily at the savage in scorn,
and his check never banched. Enragcd
at his scorn, the Indian raised his toma-
hawk for the last time. Instinctively nv
hand rested On my revolver l felt sure OF
my aim. raised it slowly, and pointed il
at the heart Of the savage and fired. With
u frinhtful yell, he sprang into the air, and
fell dead.
With IL scream Of rage the Indians rushed
upon nc; another fell by my revolver.
Again attempted to fire. but my revolver
snapped; throwing il away, prepared to
die: and Just as the foremost Indian was
about to sink his knife into my bosom, the
SHARP crack Of rifle was heard, and the
Indian fell dead at my feet, bathcd in his
own blood. The next moment the stal warl
Harry Clcverly lcapcd into the ring. All
the savagcs fled but their chief, who rushed
upon my husband, shouing:
ella ha Harry Clcverly, revenge at
last - and pointed lis pistol, which missed
| fire.
The next moment my husbands knife
was in the rcnegadc's heart. Harry had
seen the lines which wrote on the wall,
and knew the fate of his wife and child.
| We were troubled no more with the Indians,
for the next year old Tippccanoe, with the
avcnging rlflemen under his command,
drove away and cleared the forest of oul
dusky focs.
ExG cIsos II Articulation.