The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-11-23
Putting Rose behind him with his left
hand he cried out:

1t was at this moment that the men
recognized each other and, as if the
mutual impression had some effect of re-
pulsion, they recoiled slightly and stood
glaring fercely, gathering themselves
FOR the utmost of deadly effort. When
their swords crossed it was as sif the
clash had been the signal for doubling
and trebling of the din of battle. At the
farther part of the open field the French
were now storming up to the very face
of the British works under concen-
trated fire delivered level along the
ground and absolutely unbearable. With
courage that was melodramatic in its
display the brave fellows, led by Count
d'Estaing in person, forced on against
the tide of death, foundering through
the mire and scrambling over mucky
bitches, but all in vain. Back they were
hurled like dry leaves before a wind
Prescott and Maynard took no notice of
this brilliant but i'll fated rush. They
thought of nothing, they dared think of
nothing but their own personal struggle.
They fought with fervid eagerness and
with that concentrated force naturally
engendered by the situation. Their
swords leaped and flashed and changed SO
rapidly that one blow was scarcely sep
arated from another.
Rose stood rigid and breathless, white
as marble and cold as if dead, watching
the desperate engagement. Prescott
was not as strong as Maynard, and suf-
fered the added disadvantage of WELD
ing a much shorter weapon; but his
great suppleness and agility did much
to set him on an equal footing with his
ponderous and resolutely calm antago-
mist. From the first Prescott was the
assailant, and SO fiercely and nimbly did
he address himself to the desire of the
moment that the best strength and skill
of Maynard were called into most violent
and constant activity.
The Englishman, however, was sure
to win unless some fortuitous circum-
stance should cast a deadly advantage
into Prescott's hand. Round and round
they fought. Maynard always keeping
Rose behind him and leering at his op-
ponent with an expression of malignant
hatred, heightened by the effect of the
still ivid scar across his cheek made
long before in a similar contest. Pres
colt was ever forcing the fight and in
creasing his intensity of effort with each
cut or thrust. All around in the swamp,
and scattered through the thinner parts
Of the wood, a running, rafting fire of
musketry was mingled with shouts and
imprecations, while out across the open
field still poured the heavy, believing
tide of the battle.
When Maynard saw that the vehe-
mence of the young lieutenant was be-
ginning to tell upon his strength he
changed his manner of fighting, and at
once began a rushing assault with all
his reserve force. Rose saw this ire
mendous effort, and, without knowing
what she did, grasped the Englishman
around the body and tried to hold him
back. This did not appear to trouble
Maynard in the least. 1t is probable
that he did not notice it, so savagely il
earnest was he in pressing down upor
his weaker antagonist. who was now some
what entangled in clump of small bush
es that hindered his movements. Anoth
er minute must have ended the combat
in Maynard's favor, although Rose wa
struggling desperately to embarrass hin
and render his arm unsteady. Prescott
was no longer fighting: he was merel,
straining to defend himself. Grampus
who up to this time had been praying il
abiect terror, suddenly observed the sit
uation, and at the same time caught tn
overwrought, almost crazed look on tn
face of Rose.
Come, Grampus, come!" she walled
"come, tell you'll"
The old negro leaped up and spran,
forward, fourishing heavy club.
stop dat! stop dat" he cried; but tn
men did not hear or heed him
''Stop dat or l knock yo' head off IN ye
neckr'
Maynard was still pressing his advant
age and forcing Prescott back into tn
entangled bushes.
''Mebbe you is'n to me mex time!
fairly shouted old Grampus as, rising o
tiptoe and welding the club with a
the enormous strength Of both his arm;
he dashed it against the back of May
nard's head.
The man fell as if hit with a bolt {
lightning.
There is no record, nor is there eve
tradition, to lead me in giving any pal
ticulars touching the escape of Pre-.
colt and Rose from the battlefield. Tha
they did escape and were married 500
after is well known, and it seems to b
settled that Rose lived with the Amer
can army, following her husband throug
the hardships of a soldiers life until th
happy end of the war.
Savannah was never retaken by th
Americans, and therefore it was impo
sible for Rose to see her mother unit
after peace had come, and with it tn
freedom of America. The family trie
to destroy all the proof of the affai
which forms the central thread of m
story, but it could not be done.
In the army Prescott's beautiful an
; devoted wife was given the name that
have taken for the title of my romance
and even so late as in 1910 there was
letter written in which she was referre
to as 1.-THE Rose of Chatham
! Maynard was left where the blow d.
: livered so OPPORTUNITY and so effectivel
by Grampus felled him; but he SUI
vived many years, and was met in Par
by Prescott and Rose when they wei
travelling for the benefit of their daugl
ter's health. Itwas not pleasant NEE
, ing, but there was no encounter, I'll
men had grown too old, and the circun