The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1894-03-24

IL put d ouilet through you. parson or
no parson.
All in futter, the reverend doctor
spread open his Book of Common
Prayer and began in tremulous voice.
There was another shrek from the
bride, trampling of horses, a confused
sound of struggling. of hand 10 hand
fighting, and many savage oats from
Mad Archy. But Marion and his men
had seized their prey. Campbell was
tied upon his horse, and then, taking
the halt fainting girl by the hand, Col.
Marion whispered few words in her
ear. She looked with shudder at the
cursing, foamlng redcoat strappsd to
his horse, blushed scarlet through her
dyed skin, and said in small voice, 1
will.
The reverend doctor opened his
book again, and this time the cere.
mony was read without interruption.
Tine bridegroom kissed the bride, his
men murmured their hasty congratu.
latlons, while the shoeless bride clung
to the parson, hiding her modification
from her husbands eyes.
Mad Archy swore many a fearful
oath, and in the twlnkIlng Of an eye
the baud disappeared as silently and as
swiftly as it had come.
The poor old botanist was heart.
broken over the destruction of his
plants, and so injured by the mad ride
that he fell i'll of fever and died in a
few mouths time. For a year or
more the fate of the Carolinas wavered
in the balance. CORVALLIS and Greene,
Tarleton ald Marion, Rawden and
Sumpter, chased each other back and
forth, now pursuing, now pursued, like
SO many spectres.
AT last Stewart was penned by Greene
after the bloody battle of Eutaw Springs.
Count de Grasse flung a French sword
into the trembling scales, and in Octo.
Der the Dutch watchman vent about
the streets of Philadelphia, crying.
Bast twelfe O. CLOCK und Corvallis es
deg en-!
Gov. Middleton, released from DUR
ance vile IN Florida, rejoined his family
at the Oaks.
Marion, now a general, took his wife
to the Oaks, where the mistress of the
mansion was seeking in vain for the
family plate and papers. l darsay We
can tell you something of them, said
the General, slyly glancing at his wife,
who looked like a Mohammedan's
dream of paradise as she sat talking to
the Governor, her da zzlipg complexion
whittier than ever from its temporary
eclipse.
Forgive me for forgetting them, said
Camille. but this terrible war drove
everything out of my mind, 1 believe
| thought OF nothing but Francis for a
year. X
Now, if you will come with me.
She smiled at her husband as they
followed her.
In one corner of an enclosure near
"the quarters" was pen full of pigs.
A motherly SOW with promising litter
of white and black, rolled and grunted
in the mud. Well7 said Mistress Mid.
dleton. as they looked over the fence
at her. We have always had pigstye
here, and not even Revolution has
been able to clean it out.
Camille laughed.
thought it would be the last place
in the world British soldier would
think of exploring for buried treasure.
am sure Nine. Grognade is wallowing
on the very spot. General Marion and
one of the Prioleaus helped to dig the
hole.
The complaining occupant OF the
stve was unceremoniously elected with
her squealing litter, and the boxes
found Just where they had been buried.
Not even the slaves suspected the
place, said Camille, delghtedly.
Did YOU know, asked the Governor
| of Marion, as they went back to the
house, that CORVALLIS was actually in
bodily fear of you, Generalf He
would never sit in a strange house in
the country, but always on the piazza
or in the yard-continualIy on the
watch for the darting of the hawk.
The Swamp Fox smiled. l under
stand, he replied, that his officers COM
pIained bitterly because l would not
fight like Christian and gentleman.
What has become of that Christian
| and Gentleman, Mad Archya inquired
Mistress Middleton.
Camille slipped hand under her
| husbands arm and trembled.
He smiled down into her eyes.
He is in England and is married, !
am told, to a woman of rank.
| am sorry for his wife. whispered
Mistress Francis at the hall door, and
the General stopped and kissed her.
Pray tell US. General Marion, said
Mistress Middleton, smiling demurely,
how you chanced upon the scene jus
on the nick oil time that day.
Marion put out hand as they passed
along the hall and pressed the boss
The panel slid aside.
| had been hiding here for Sc vera
hours, watching the British officers and
listening to their unguarded speech
Thanks to the wine they drank, l dis
covered exactly what CORVALLIS inten
ded to do. had stationed my mer
about the fields, and Mad Archy, wa.
not the only bird we bagged that day
The Governor and his wife wen
into the drawing room. The Marion!
paused at the door. Mon ami, sale
Camille, with an adorable blush, I wan
to tell YOU that l was mistaken.
, X WOULD live in a cant