Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1884-07-17

which, need scarcely be said, was uncon-
sciously heightened into an hour.
When Margaret once more arrived under
her parents roof it was not alone that she
came. Henceforth, another had also right
to join her there. -,
Tregear knew the price that must be paid
for Margaret's love. He knew that Pol
glaze would not give her up without a con-
test.
Nor was it long before the battle was COM
menced, for that very evening as Tregear
was leaving the house of the PoWheles, ne
was attacked by his rival. With him it
was but word and blow.
"Joe Tregear, you've crossed my steps
and now I'll be revenged on youW
So saying, Polglaze struck blow which
would have felled an ordinary man.
But Tregear was quite match tor him,
and the two fought long and desperately,
until separated by a rural policemen, who
threatened them with legal proceedings:
Of course Margaret was one OF the first to
hear of the battle. Distressed beyond meas
ure, she went to her lovers parents, where
she found him in most unpresentable con-
dition.
A few words soon explained the position
of affairs, when Margaret burst into tears,
and blamed herself for showing her prefer
ence so stupidity.
ssMargaret," replied her lover, "do not
take it to heart. I'd rather be fighting him
again than see your tears"
'Leave me alone minute. Let me over
come this"
eyes, dear heartw said Mrs. Tregear,
"Don't you take on in this way; These
tinmen are regular vighters; but this Tom
Polglaze is the mortaciousest vighter that
ever zee." =,
eyes, Margaret, that't true. knew that
the day I gained your love l should find an
enemy. But cheer up, cheer up! fancy
he will not attack me again in hurry, TOR
know that he does not at this moment
look bit handsomer than [ do"
And so saying he laughed the matter
lightly away, until Margaret, too, began to
smile through her tears.
On the following day, when the two ri
walls went to the mine, their appearance
caused many jeering, contemptuous re-.
marks, for the tinmen were in hopes OF
goading them on to renew. the battle;
Polglaze had, however, found an adversa-
ry worthy of his strong arm, and was not so
ready to strike the first blow as he had been
the night before. He contented himself,
therefore, with doubling his fists and saying
that the time of vengeance would come.
Months passed away, however; Tregoze
recovered from it's unWOnted excitement,
and matters took their usual course. The
mines were worked, old seams were used
up, and new veins opened out but, though
the battle had not been renewed, Joseph
Tregear and Tom Polglaze had not yet
SHAKEN hands.
This caused Margaret no small anxiety,
for down there in the bowels of the earth an
unseen blow with pick might destroy the
happiness of her life.
She often begged Tregear to leave the
mines, but he said he had good prospects
of being appointed engineers assistant and
as for Tom Polglaze's threat, why, he had
not the slightest anxiety on account OF that.
At length new shaft was to be opened,
and the two young men, being the steadlest
hands in the mine, were selected tor the
operation. There they toiled together for
few weeks without exchanging word,
and they were alone, far from any other
WOrkmen.
Margaret was wretched, but to all her
supplications Tregear still said that ne had
no fear. In her distress she spoke to Pol
plaze and asked him to shake hands with
Tregear. He refused, but he pressed his
rough hand: to his temples and said:
II loved you then, I love you now, as
much or more than Joe Tregear."
A day or two after that both men were
again at work together, and silent as death
i'm their solitary Shaft. They were sudden
ly startled by falling stone. n few Jumps
Of earth then came tumbling down, and the
whole shaft seemed to tremble.
The works were giving way. The TWO
men looked at one another for moment,
with blanched faces. 1t was the first time
they had looked into one another's; eyes
since that fatal day, except to dart glances
of scorn and hate.
They ran to the kebble and gave the
signal to be drawn up. They were touch
ing one another now, their hands almost
clasped together on the rope. Their very
breath seemed to intermingle. 1t was terri
BILE after such course of hate to be brought
together under these circumstances.
AS they were both shouting to be drawn
I'D. the rope frightened and strained, but the
kebble would not move. More earth now
fell but still the kebble remained at the
bottom of the shaft.
While shouting louder and louder 1or
help, the terrible truth flashed through
their minds that there was only one man at
the windlass, and that he alone was unable
to raise them both, and all this time the shalt
was trembling and earth and stones falling.
AS they stood there in the kebble, their
bodies and hands touching, and gianclng
into one another's eyes, the awful thought
came to both in an instant that one OF them
must die-must die to save the othcr-his
enemy.
One of them must die! But who should
it be? They again looked at one another,
and there was an eternity in the glance.
Then one of them let go the rope and
dropped out of the kebble, which immedl-
ately began to rise.
Who was it? The willing martyr was
Tom Polglaze.
"Tell Margaret,"-he shouted, as the
kebble rose above his head-"tell Margaret
I did it to save her pain---to save you, whom
she loves! l forgive you, but be sure ana
be good to-"
The shaft gave way and nothing present.
ed itself to Tregear's gaze but mass OF
slate and rubbish.
Tom Polglaze was in eternity--as noble a
soul as ever died for any cause that is dear
to man, as devoted as any martyr, as gen
erous-souled as any patriot, though only a
poor miner.
1t was long before Joseph Tregear and
Margaret Powhele recovered from that
shock. They mourned the brave dead as
brother, and a neat little stone, overlooking
the ilage-churchyard, long afterWard re-
minded the tinmen of Tregoze of the noble
deed of self sacrifice of hero who was one
of Charles Redde.
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