The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1891-01-22

The afternoon was waning wnen the
advance Of the British reached the streets
Of Savannah and began the horrible work
Of plunder and assassination. Many Of
the best citizens attempted to escape.
Some were captured, others were bayOn-
eted, few made their way to the in
terror and Joined the indomitable little
army Of scouts and free fighters that
from this on sorely harassed the invaders,
whose foothold in the south was now &C.
curely fixed.
The irony Of fate fell upon poor old
Mr.. Fenwicke, whose loyalty to England
was paid for In his assassination. He
owned large store Of valuable products,
and his great desire to save It caused
him to venture into the streets with a
view OF seeking the protection Of the
British commander. Not 200 feet from
his own door he was impaled on the
bayonet Of a drunken Highlander and
died without a groan. He ley on the
soft sand all night, to be brought in the
next morning q rigid corpse, whose pla-
cid face appealed to Mrs. Fenwicke and
Rose with force that made them one
in their hatred of the British.
Maynard, who enjoyed the confidence
Of tho British authorities, used his In.
huence to prevent conAscation Of the
Fenwicke estate, and to establish kindly
relations between the bereaved house
hold and the officer in command Of the
city; but nothing he did could remove
the deep distaste, amounting almost to
hatred, with which Rose regarded him.
To her every act Of his appeared to be
based on some sinister motive adroitly
concealed behind an imperturbable ex.
terror Of kindness and unselfshness. He
did not obtrude himself; his occasional
visits to the house took the form Of mere
friendly calls upon Mrs. Fenwicke to
ask IL there was anything he could do
for them.
Rose was aware that she owed her life
to him, thought of itself full Of bitter
ness, for what is more humilisting than
to be hopelessly and helplessly indebted
to ones enemy? She could not drive him
away 80 long as he treated her with such
scrupulous politeness and respect; more
over the shock Of bereavement had ren.
dered her mother incapable Of taking
care Of the estate, and Maynard was at
once ready and efficient
So the winter passed and the delicious
tide Of a semi-tropic spring washed over
the i'll fated town, bringing with 1t
wisps Of mocldng birds, whose delicate
silken wing rustlings were soon followed
by a merry discord Of Auting in all the
orchards and vine embOwered gardens
round about. The winds from the At
lantio brought q fragrant sea smell, the
plants leaped into luxuriant leaf and
bloom, and the sky, cloudless for days to-
gether, took on the richness and splendor
Of a gorgeous dream. By night and by
day long lines and angles Of fowls stirred
the higher currents Of air and shimmered
and winnowed and drifted from horizon
to horizon, like slowly shifting sketches
on some intensely blue Japanese miracle
Of a background The days were golden,
with q sunshine which was the very
wine Of life, and the nights were cool,
sweet, many perfumed and melodious
with the songs Of birds that could not
sleep for happiness.
The American army, for all that could
be heard Of 1t In Savannah. seemed to
have dissolved, and every hope Of relief
for the south was dead in the hearts Of
the patriots,