Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1885-08-20
which was her lovers gift, and the emblem
of the sufferings of one whom that lover

which was her lovers gift, and the emblem
of the sufferings of one whom that lover
had taught her was the only true God.
At length they reached the fatal stake.
But if Zilah shuddered aeits sight the feel
ing was checked before it could be seen by
the populace Calm and collected, though
pale as the driven snow, she stood proudly
up while the fatal chain was affixed around
her slender waist, and with eyes upraised
to heaven, appeared to be only an indlf1er-
ent spectator, instead of the chief person
in the fatal tragedy. Not a repining word
broke sssses7 The first agony of
death had passed away, and she steeled Her
heart to her fate.
At length all was prepared. Over the
vast assembly gazing on her, hung the 81
lence of the dead. Mems breath came quick,
and their hearts futtered when they felt
that in another minute the awful tragedy
would be begun. Every eye was bent in
tently on the fatal stake as the eXecutioner
approached with the fiery brand. For the
last time Zilah opened her eyes to take a
final look on that earth to which she was
soon to bid farewell forever. ButWhat sent
that sudden flush to her cheek? Why that
cry of thrilling joy, the first audible sound
which had left her lips since her sentence?
She sees troop of fiery horsemen, covered
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brow of the hill in front of her, and in the
very van of the array she recognizes the
pennOn of the count of Garonne waving in
the monday sun.
Onward came the rescuerS. Horse on
horse, knight after knight, retainer follow
ing retainer, they swept like a whirlwind
down the hill, shouting their War-cry, GA
ronne-a st. Dennis and Garonnew the
panic struck crowd opening to the right and
to the left before them. In vain the SOL
diery who guarded the victim attempted to
resist the rush of the assailants. They might
as we'll have withstOod the ocean surges in
was irresistible. Foremost among them,
cleaving his way like giant, rode the
count himself, his tall figure and powerful
charger rendering him conspicuous over all.
Nothing could resist him. He seemed like
an avenging spirit come to the aid of the
suffering victim, nor were those wanting
who saw in the sudden appearance of the
rescuers, and their indomitable courage,
proofs of supernatural agency. A universal
panic seized on the crowd. Soldiers as we'll
as populace broke and fed. In few min
utes the count had gained the stake, when,
springing from his steed he rushes forward,
and with one blow of his huge sword, had
severed the chain which bound the victim
to the stake.
"Oh! Henriw Historically said the res
cued girl, as she sprang forward and fell
fainting into her lovers arms.
"Zlah! God be praised that you are safe |!
Curses on the villains. She faints. Ho,
there, water, you knaves, or I cleave you to
the chin"
But the maiden had only tainted from
excessive Joy, and when restoratives were
applied, she speedily recovered.
Our story is done. The terror of the pop
ulace, the humble apologies of the magis-
jured publican and the speedy union of the
count and the converted princess-are they
not all written in the chronicles of the noble
house of GarOnne?