Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1882-04-27
CHE Stury Tener.
the HAzLEWoOD FAMILY.
TALE OF THE REVOLUTION.

TALE OF THE REVOLUTION.
ALAS, what lofty devotion-what blissful re.
collections-what high hopes-what unsullled
love-what pure affection-what ardent patriot
ism, has been swallowed up by thee, thou unre-
lenting Past !'-Anon.
80 mother, they are coming, they are COM
ing - shouted little Maria Hazlewood, as she
came flying into the apartment where her
mother and sister were preparing tea ; her dark
hair floating loose around her white neck, her
blue eyes sparkling with pleasure, and her fine
countenance lighted up with animation, asshe
threw herself into her mothers arms.
sWho, nv dear Maria, are coming 2"
"Why, brother Charles, and Arthur l saw
them on the hill beyond the river, " replied the
happy girl. as she hastened down the avenue
to meet her brother.
''Heaven be praised ~ said Mrs. Hazlewood,
as she heard the welcome news and the quick
flush that passed over the features of the eldest
sister, the beautiful Ellen, plainly told that
Maria's intelligence was no less agreeable to
her.
The last two days had been days of fearful
anxiety with the Hazlewood family. They had
heard of the conflict and victory of the Cow
pens-the defeat and flight of Tarleton'S in
vincibles, as they had hitherto been deemed =
and the part that Lieutenant-COlonel wash
ingtons troop took in that brilliant affair was
proclaimed by every tongue. But Ill that gal
liant troop, was son and friend and was 1t
not probable that, among the brave men who
had sealed the victory with their blood, Charles
or Arthur had fallen ?
Captain Hazlewood had early enlisted with
all his heart in the service of his country, and
fell. mortally wounded, in the disastrous at
tack on Savannah. He left one son and two
daughters Charles, who, although scarcely
twenty, inherited his fathers spirit, and had
already distinguished himself as one of the
bravest in Washington's daring band the
dark-eyed Ellen, now Sutherland Maria, a
bright, innocent, playful creature, five years OF
age. When the British army threatened the
occupation of Charleston, Captain Hazlewood's
family removed to their plantation, on the
main branch of the Santee, about forty miles
above Camden. If their residence here was
marked with few appearances of that splendor
and wealth to which they had been accustomed
in the city, it was worthy of the amiable family
that made it their home. The neat, low, white
buildings rose at a considerable distance from
the highway, on an eminence covered with
fruit and forest trees, and wild grape-vineS,
which threw their luXuriant tendrils from one
to the other, had, in the course of years, con-
verted the carriage-way that led from the gate
into a continued bower. From the house,
through the opening trees, might be seen the
hills of the Santee, the meandering Catawba,
and, at a little distance below, the road that
led to the low country, as it descended hill,
and crossed the plain and river in front of the
buildings At this hour the sun threw his
last rays over the successive ranges of blue
hills that rose in the west-the river lay in the
vale like broken thread of silver, now hid by
the SycamoreS and red-cedarS that fringed its
banks, and now sparkling in the bright rays
the low, soft-Soothing tones of the wOod-dOve
and the clear, magical notes of the mocking-
bird mingled in sweet concert in the oaks,
locusts, and magnolias, that surrounded the
mansion, and everything semed combined to
present picture of perfect quietneSs and
beauty.
''What is the matter with you, my dear
Ellen 20 said Mrs. Hazlewood, alarmed at
the paleness of her daughter, who had been
watching with intense interest the two horse
men, as they crossed the plain, and were
now ascending the eminence on foot, with the
delighted Maria laughing and prattling be-
tween them.
1T is Charles, but not Arthur" replied
Ellen, as she turned away from the window
to conceal IN emotion she could not suppress
but there was little time for explanation or
conjecture, as at that instant the door opened,
and Ellen was clasped to the bosom of her
brother, while his mother shed tears of joy, as
he pressed her hand.
my dear mother 1 have the pleasure of
presenting to you Cornet Clifford, a British
officer" said Charles, as he led the stranger
forward.
''And your prisoner, you ought to have
added,'' said Clifford with a smile, as he re-
turned the salutation of Mrs. Hazlewood.
Charles did not notice the remark, for at
the instant he was whispering something in
Ellen's ear, which covered her face with blush
es, while it at the same time removed an i'm
mense weight from her bosom, and restored
her usual sprightly cheerfulness.
''CharleS, what is the matter with your
arm ?" inquired Maria, as she clung around
her brothers neck; and Ellen at that moment
saw that his left arm was suspended in mil
itary sash.
"A scratch from such weapon as that"
he carelessly replied, pointing to his sabre that
hung against the wall; "a mere accident,
that soldiers every day are liable to, and which
might have been much worse"
II must be satisfied the wound is not Sc
vere," said Mrs. Hazlewood.
81 appeal to my friend here, who made it,"
answered the young soldier, with smile,
while shudder ran over the ladies as they
glanced at Clifford
ga mere fesh-wound, and is doing we'll I
dSSulc SOu, WdS lilC tCply W SHlllOo oPPSti'
us that man your friend ?" inquired Maria,
seriously; ''if he could strike you with his
sword, he shall never be my friend.'
''My sister does not understand the casuis-
try of war, or perceive, that because men are
sometimes enemies, there is no necessity for
their being always So" said HazleWood to the
officer.
''She is quite pardonable'' replied Clifford,
as he kissed the reluctant girl: then, pulling
off handkerchief that was tied around his
head, said, as he pointed to deep sabre-gash
in it, 'you must allow, my sweet girl, that
since your brother cut this, he is at least as
bad as am"
''No you are rOyaliSt, and an enemy to
my country, and my brother is not, " "answered
Maria.
''Rebel to the very core,'' said Clifford, with
bitter smile, as he released the little girl from
his arms and the conversation was turned into
another channel.
The fatigue of the day, added to the effect
of the wound he had received, made it neces-
sary for Clifford to retire at an early hour, and
left Charles at liberty to explain the manner in
which he became acquainted with the officer at
the siege of Charleston, their meeting at the
Cowpens and the desperate conflict that en-
sued-the wound he himself received, and the
manner in which he fortunately disabled, dis
armed, and made him prisoner.
And why has he come with you - asked
Ellen.
because he was not exchanged and as
there was probability that | should be unfit
for service month or two, he chose, instead
of following the retreat of the army, to come
home with me on his parole OF honor, being
security for his appearance