The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1894-07-25
SUMTER. S. c.. WEDNESDAY, JULY IS, 1894.

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fled for Cadiz, your mother and I, but
not her mother, who was bedridden with
sickness For my sake, your beloved
mother abandoned her people, what re-
mained to her of her fortune after paying
the price of my life, and her country, so
strong is the love of woman. AL had been
made ready, for at Cadiz lay an English
ship-the Mary of Bristol-in which pas
sage was taken for US But the Mary was
delayed in port by q contrary wind, which
blew so strongly that, Notwithstanding his
desire to save us, her master dared not
take the sea- Two days and night we
lay in the harbor, fearing all things, not
without cause and yet most happy in each
others love- Now, those who had charge
Of me in the dungeon had given out that
I had escaped by the help Of my master
the devil, and was searched for through
out the countryside. De Garcia also, find
ing that his cousin and afianced wife was
missing, guessed that we two were not far
apart. 1t was his cunning, sharpened by
jealousy and hate, that dogged us down
step by step till at length he found us.
ION the morning of the third day, the
gale having abated, the anchor Of the Mary
was got home, and she swung out into
the tideway AS she came round and while
the seamen were making ready to hoist
the sails boat carrying some 20 soldiers
and followed by two other boats shot
alongside and summoned the captain to
heave to, that his ship might be boarded
and searched under warrant from the
holy office. 1t chanced that was on deck
at the time, and suddenly, as prepared to
hide myself below, a man, in whom knew
De Garcia himself, stood up and called out
that I was the escaped hereto whom they
sought Fearing lest his ship should be
boarded and he himself thrown into prison
with the rest of his crew, the captain
would then have surrendered me. But l.
desperate with fear, tore my clothes from
my body and showed the cruel scars that
marked it.
You are an Englishman, I cried to
the sailor, and will you deliver me to
those foreign devils who am of your blood?
Look at their handiwork.' And pointed
to the half healed scars left by the redhot
pinchcrs If you give me up, you send me
back to more of this torment and to death
by burning Pity my wife if yoa will not
pity me, or il you will pity neither then
lend me- sword that by death I may save
myself from torture
..Then one Of the seamen, Southwold
man who had known my father, called
out: by God, for one will stand by you,
Thomas Wingfeldl II they want you and
your sweet lady, they must Kill mo first
A. hoxr1 f1,cS ooE- ho a1cx5
It out Of its case and strung it, and setting
an arrow on the string. he pointed 1t at the
Gpaniards in the boat.
''Then the others broke into shouts OF:
II you want any man from among Us,
come aboard and take him, you torturing
devils, and the like.
Seeing where the heart of his crew lay,
the captain found courage In his turn. He
made no answer to the Spaniards, but bade
half of the men hoist the sails with all
speed and the rest make ready to keep oil
the soldiers should they seek to board US.
''By now the other two boats had come
up and fastened onto US with their hooks.
One man climbed into the chains and
thence to the deck, and I knew him for
priest of the holy Office, one Of those who
had stood by while was tormented- Then
I grew mad ut the thought Of all that I
had suffered, while that devil watched,
bidding them lay on for the love Of God
Snatching the bow from the hand Of the
Southwold seaman, drew the arrow to
it's head and loosed. 1t did not miss its
mark, for like you, Thomas, was skilled
with the use Of the bow, and he dived back
into the sea with an English yard shaft in
his heart.
After that they tried to board us no
more, though they shot at us with arrows
wounding one man The captain called
to us to lay down our bows and take cover
behind the bulwarks, for by now the sails
began to draw. Then De Garcia stood up
in the boat and cursed me and my wife.
I will find you yet, he screamed, with
many Spanish oaths and foul words. If
I wait for 90 years, will be avenged upon
you and all you love Be assured of this
Luisa de Garcia, hide where you will, l
shall find you, and when we meet you shall
come with me for so long as will keep
you, or that will be the hour of your death.
''Then we sailed away for England, and
the boats fell astcrn.
my sons, this is the story Of my youth
and how came to wed your mother whom
I have buried today Juan de Garcia has
kept his word.
''Yet it seems strange said my broth
er, that after all these years he should
have murdered her thus whom you say he
loved Surely even the cvilest Of men had
shrunk from such deed.
''Therc is little that is strange about it, >
answered my father. How can we know
what words were spoken between them be-
fore he stabbed her? Doubtless he told
some of them when he cried to Thomas
that now they would see what truth there
was in prophecies. What did Dc Garcia
swear years since:-that she should come
with him or he would kill her. Your moth
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