Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1886-03-25

before, and the party retraced their way by
separate paths to the gate. BY the time
they mounted their conveyance and started
for home, the gray gimmer of dawn began
to show in the east.
"Your first experience hasn't been exact
actly what you expected" remarked Jack
to Baker, whose countenance wore an ex-
preston of decided relief
"No; but it has been curious one,' was
the reply. ~ don't think I'll ever meddle
with the resurrection business again. This
glimpse of it satisfies me-"
Jack laughed. Drummond was in too
bad humor to notice either of them. He
was, in fact, dreadfully disappointed but
added to this disappointment was disa-
greeable sense of mystery which especially
aggravated him. What had become of the
dead man? Had his burial really been pre-
vented, and if so, what was the reason, and
why had there been the pretense ola funer-
al? 1t was provoking that he could not
openly take steps to clear up the matter;
but he had reasons for keeping quiet about
it, as he did not wish to be implicated in re-
gard to the midnight expedition.
| Bakers curiosity had also been strongly
aroused, and to satisfy both himself and the
others he agreed to use every effort to pene-
trate the mystery upon which they had
stumbled.
These efforts would perhaps have met
with small success, had not an unexpected
solution of the problem been voluntarily
offered him. But as this was not the case
until some time later, and as, for prudential
reasons, he did not betray his knowledge OF
| the secret to those who were most anxious
to discover it, we shall, for the present, re-
frain from any explanation. Suffice ito
say that Drummond had enemies, and that
it was owing to the adroit daring of these
enemies that he had been frustrated in his
plans, and an empty coffin had been carried
to Lone Mountain, on the particular occa-
sion to which this history refers.
About a month afterwards, the ground
surrounding the violated grave was en-
closed, to the space of a few feet, by neat
iron railing, a gardener went to work, dug
and weeded and planted, and flowers and
turf soon appeared where barren earth and
brambles had been before. This work had
just been completed, and the gardener, lean
suit with satisfaction, when stranger ram
bling through the cemetery stopped to look
also.
"New pace?" he asked.
"New place, sir. Just put in order.
Here's my card?"
"Thanks, but Pm only visitor, and not
likely to need your services"
well, sir, we never know what
may happen" said the gardner refectively.
"This party here was a stranger too; just
sojourner, as one may say; and died
quite unexpected, away from home. His
widow sent on orders to have everything
arranged in the best of style. Unfortu-
nately there was mistake about the stone,
which ought to have been set up before the
ground was laid out; however, it doesn't
matter much; the stonecutter's careful
man. After it's set up, 1 shall put in an
other rose, a Madame Planter; pure white,
suitable for graves; just here, you see.
Know the variety, sir?"
The stranger answered in the negative,
and walked on.
That same day the stonecutter brought
the stone. 1t was a pretty one, of varie-
gated marble, in the form of a cross and
being put in place, added greatly to the neat
appearance of the spot. For the gratifica-
tion of the curious, l will here reproduce
the inscription:
TO THE MEMORY OF :
AMOS BARTON :
4 NATIVE OF RALEIGH, NORTH CAROLINA, :
WHO DIED SUDDENLY :
IN THIS CITY, !:
NOVEMBER 10TH, 1870, :
:. AGED 81 YEARS. :
: REQUIESCAT IN PACE.