Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1896-05-29
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passed over the mans face, and, stoop-
ing, he cried: -.
"Upl upl The rebels are coming !"
But his cry of alarm did not infuse
much life into the men at the table.
One or two heads were raised but the
drunken leer that made the faces
hideous was enough to provoke a
smile, even from the mad Tory.
"Men!" he sneered, contemtuously.
"Dogs every one of you! I've mind
to ride down to Pacolet swamp and
tell the rebels hiding there that the
men they hate are in their power. l
have thought that I commanded meh,
not drunkardsI' and he struck the
table with the butt of his pistol, but
could not rouse his stupid followers.
The next moment, with an oath on
his lips, he strobe to the door, which
he jerked open, and stepped upon the
porch.
"Curse such dogs as I lead" he
hissed. II suppose I must lead the
horses up and tie each fool in the
saddle"
He was stepping from the porch for
the purpose of attending to the horses,
which be supposed were still tethered
at the trees, when form rose before
him, and he started back with gasp
Of terror.
"Who in the mischief"
"Alice Beauchampe ~ was the in
terruption of the apparition. "The
daughter of the old man basely MUIR
dered by your hands Down on your
miserable knees, Geodfry Lang, and
beg for the mercy you bave never
granted others! Down, I sayW
Perhaps the shadows of the window
sas b did not permit him to see the pis.
tol that was clutched in the hand OF
fearless girl, else his rashness might
have been curbed.
"Kneel to you? NeverW he cried.
The weapon which he raised, drop
ped before the fash that followed his
last words, and with groan of pain
he staggered back, to drop dead among
his drunken comrades.
Alice Beauchampe, amazed at her
own courage, stood silent amid the
smoke of her own pistol. She saw the
bacchantes try to shake of their torpor
at sight of their stricken leader, and
one rose to his feet to fall as soon as he
needed support.
"Now for the swampp she cried,
with triumph, and the next minute
rushed from the disgusting sight.
An hour passed away, and the
drunken tories began to recover; their
chief, who had dropped to the floor,
seemed to sober them with his cold
face and staring eyes, and when they
had almost recovered their scattered
wits, the foe they dreaded was upon
them.
Alice Beauchampe's voice had fred
the hearts of a patriot band for Ven-
peance. On her way to the swamp
she, had encountered the partisans
who had captured one of the flying
horses, and were following the trail.
The conflict between patriot and
Tory was brief and almost bloodless.
The FIVE Avengers were made pris-
oners, and sued like towards for the
mercy they had never granted to a
living being.
need not describe the scene that
followed. Suffice it to say that the
trees in front of Alice Beauchampes
home bore the strangest fruit that ever
hung from living limb.
The vengeance of the patriots was
as complete as terrible, and when the
glorious sun rose again, the dreaded
men of the lovely district had ceased
to frighten the people with their
name.
Alice Beauchampe, whose courage
had led to the determination of the
avenging band, became the heroine OF
the day, and after the termination OF
hortilities, welded lieutenant of Ma
rion's men. Her heroism is venerated
and her gallant exploit narrated daily
by hundreds of her descendants in the
Palmetto State.