The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1894-03-24
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lucid moments, the disguise COM
mended itself, though he frequently
forgot her existence. Her bright hair
she folded close under slaves
madras; hid her elegance beneath a
dull blue homespun, and shuffled about
in russell shoes two sizes two large for
her.
She kept within doors and sat at her
wheel, slipping off the despised shoes
while she spun, thinking of Marion and
bis men.
The old botanist often stole away to
the gardens at the Oaks, and some
time would be gone all day until
Camille sent faithful slave to him at
nightfall, while she herself INDUCED in
many cry when she found herself
forgotten and alone, her heart in her
mouth at the swapping of twig.
| One day slave rushed in with the
news tnat the British were at the Oaks.
| Mad Archy an de Brtishers dey cen
de house, an dey ak fun de siloer
plates an de pictures. An dey done
a time up de driber fur mex um tell, e
mos daid but no kin tell e enty know.
Dey chop up de groun-
The ground! shrleked M1chaux,
wringing his hands. Not the garden?
Yes, massa, said Congo, grinning.
Dey, ride dey hosses ober de flower
baide an swim um cen de pom.
This was enough.
Mon dieu! walled Michaux, frantic
with grief, my Cupressu-my Nelum
blum, my orchlds-my azaleas
| Cell!
, He ran out of the house and was
gone before his daughter or Congo
could touch him.
Archibald Campbell and several
others of Cornwallis's officers sat at
dinner drinking and csrousing, waited
upon by the trembling blacks. Camp
bell, famliarly called "Mad Archy" on
account of his ungovernable temper,
was staggering, buccaneering fellow
of about seven and twenty, with great
spreading yellow beard and bold insult.
ing eyes. He was reckless daredevil,
and hot Tory, breathing death and
destruction to the Republican colonists.
He was more than half drunk when
the dining room door flew open and
Michaux greatly excited, entered bare
headed and breathless.
Hello shouted Mad Archy, as he
came in, what have you done with the
Middleton plate and money, old man ?
where have you hidden them and. by
| God your lovely daughter2
Surprised by this unexpected onset,
| Mlchaux looked about him helplessly.
What have you done with my
| flowers? he stammered. Some one
has destoyed the Cupressus lustanica,
the sacred tree of the Grand Lama,
and the Sylphide Is rulned-utterly
ruined His voice rose to shrill
falsetto scream. He wrung his hands.
Sylphide be damned, cried Camp
bell, furiously. Where is the sylph?
And where are the plate and picturesf
know not, muttered Michaux, dis
tractedy. And the hedge of geranium
the flower of the Holy Ghost, the
camphoree and the champak Who
has dared to ride across the lower beds
and terrace on horseback?
The drunken company gave great
shout as the old botanist stood shaking
in the doorway, his pigtail trembling
with rage and sorrow, his glasses blur
red with tears.
Campbell sprang up from the table
followed by the others. They leaped
| to the saddles. Mad Archy grasped
Michaux by an arm and struck out
diagonally across the gardens. On they
rushed, trampling through hedge and
flower bed, whacking at blooming bush
and curious tree with sword and rapier
until they reached the pond, INTO which
| Campbell tossed MichaUx, considerably
more dead than alive. He fell like a
lump of lead into the midst of the
/ Sacred Lilies. A scream came from
the opposite bank. A woman, in the
coarse dress of common slave, stood
wringing her hands and screaming.
Save him-save him He cannot
swim! On, save my father
Campbell pricked up his ears at the
last words, dragged the poor, drowning
Michaux from the lily pods and entang-
ling stems and flung him on the bank,
He then swan his horse across aud
gave chase to the flying figure. He soon
overlook her, leaned down and snatched
| off madras. The sunlight flashed
from her fiat folds of hair. They
looked fame red against her bronze q
skin.
Alb, ha, Camille shouted Campbell
catching her about the waist. He
held her before him on the saddle anG
spurred down the road.
Her shoes dropped off. Her hal
dropped down. She sobbed an(
screamed as they hurried past the littl'
house and stopped at the door of OLE
St. James.
The rector was within.
| Come out, worthy sir bawled Archl
bald the Mad. The reverend docto
appeared at the door.
Marry US Immediately shoute'
Campbell, dropping to the ground wit
his armful.
But-but-- stammered the Doctor
Oh, DR.. lie Jau shrie.sed poo
Camille, struggling to escape 'ner woul