The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1891-03-14

/ ing rapidly in good order from the east,
and passed before tho houseere Rose had
thought Of going in out Of danger.
There was wild work for awhile; scenes
of barbarity and outrage, which have
been kept out Of history. made the little
town appear moro like q camp OF savages
than like place occupied by enlightened
human beings.
The afternoon was waning when the
advance Of the British reached the streets
of Savannah anl began the horrible work
Of plumber 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 tho invaders,
whose foothold in the south was now Sc
curely fixed.
Tho irony Of fate fell upon poor old
Mr.. Eenwicke, whose loyalty to England
was paid for in his assassination. He
owned u large store Of valuable products,
and his great desire tn save it caused
him to venture into the streets with
view of seeking the protection Of the
British commander. Not 200 feet from
his own door he was i1npaled on the
bayonet Of q drunken Highlander and
died without q groan. He lay on the
soft sand all night, to be brought in the
next morning . rigid corpse, whose pla-
cid face appealed to Mrs. Fenwicke and
Rose with force that rr:de them one
in their hatred Of the British.
Maynard, who. enjoyed the confidence
Of the British authorities, used his in
duence to prevent condscation Of the
Fenwicko 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 unselfishness. He
did not obtrude himself; his occasional
visits to the house took the form of mere
friendly calls upon Mrs. Fenwicke to
ask II there was anything he could do
fer them. .......a@
Rose was aware that ahe owed her life
to him, thought Of itself full Of bitter
ness, for what IL more humiliating than
to be hopelessly and helplessly indebted
to ones enemy? She could not drive him
away 90 long as he treated her with such
scrupulous politeness and respect; more
over the shock Of bereavement had rem
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 semi-tyopic spring washed over
the i'll fated town, bringing with it
wisps of knocking birds, whose delicate
silken wing rustlings were soon followed
by merry discord Of futing in all the
orchards and vine embowered gardens
round about. Tho winds from the At
lantic brought 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 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 q background. The days were golden,
with sunshine which was the very
wine Of life, and the nights were cool,
sweet, many pc.fumed and melodious
with the songs of birds that could not
sleep for happiness.
The American army, for all that could
be heard Of it in Savannah. seemed to
have dissolved. and every hope of relief
for tho south was dead in the hearts of
the patriots.
10 be continued meet aceek.)