Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1896-04-08

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citement added new luster to her eye
and gave heightened color to the rose
that bloomed on her cheeks. She stood
a moment as If listening, and then a
faint smile showed on her lips. She
heard her father calling:
"Julel Julel Oh, julie"
"Here I am, fatberi' she cried.
"What is it?'
"Well, the Lord hep my soull I've
been huntin for you high an low. Did
you hear that shootini I flowed maybe
you'd been took prisoner an carried bo-
daciously off. Didn't I hear you talkin
to somebody"
SQUIRE Fambrough pulled off his hat
and scratched his head. His face, set in
a fringe of gray beard, was kindly and
full Of humor, but it contained not a
few Of the hard lines Of experience.
"No, father" said Julia, in reply to
the squire's question. "Iwas only talk
ing to myself"
"Jest maxim a spkech, eh? Well, I
don't blame you, hosey. I'm great
mind to jump out Here in the clearin
an yell out my sentiments 80 that both
sides can hear 'em. F."
"Why, what is the matter, father?"
"I'm mad, honey f. I'm jest nachally
stirred up-dog my cats ef I ain'tl
Along at fust did hope there wouldn't
be no fightin in this neighborhood, but
now jest want to see them two blamed
armies light into one another, tooth an
toe nail"
"Why, fatherl" Julia made pretty
gesture of dismay. "How can you talk
so?''
"Haf of my niggers is gone" said
Squire Fambrough; lone side has got
my bosses an t'other side has stole my
cattle. The Yankees has grabbed my
gristmill, an tie Confeds has laid holt
Of my sorncrib. One army is squattin
in my tater patch an t'other one is
roostin in my cow pastur'. Do you reck-
ON was born to sts down here an put
up wi that kind of9businessf"
"But, father, what can you dc? How
can you help yourseh9 For heavens
sake, let's 60 away from here"
"Great Moses, julie! Have ycu gone
an lost what little bit Of commor sense
you was born with7 Do you reckon I'm
a-goin to be a-refugeein an a-skeedad-
din across the country like skeer'd
rabbit at my time Of life? hair t
afeared Of nary two armies they can find
room for on these hills Hain't I got
one son on one side an another son on
t'other side? Much good they are doin
tool If they'd "a felt like ma, they'd "a
fit both sides. Do you reckon E'Za a-gwine
to be drove fin the place whsre I was
born an where your gran 'pappy was born
an where your mother lies buried9 No,
honeyr'
"But, father, you know we can't
stay here. suppdss there should ben
battle?"
"Come, honey, comel" There was q
touch of petulance in the old mans
tone. "Don't get rle frustrated. I told
you to 60 when John's wife an the chill
dren went By this time you'd a been
out of hearin Of the war.
"But, father, how could I 60 and
leave you here all by yourself?" The
girl laid her hand on the squire's shoul-
der caressingly.
"No," exclaimed the squire angrily
"stay you would, stay you did, an here
you a-ep'
eyes, and now want to go away,
and I want you to 90 with me. All the
horses are not taken, and the spring
wagon and the barouche are here"
"Don't come a-pesterin me, honey
I'm pestered enough as it is. Lord, II ]
had the big men here what started the
war, I'd take 'em an butt their cussed
heads together tell you wouldn't know
'em from lot Of spilled squashes.
"Now, don't get angry and say bic
words, father.
II can't help II, julie; I jest can't
help it. When the fuss was a-brewin,
sot down an wrote to Jeems Buchanan
an told him, jest as plain as the words
could be put on paper, that war was
toun to come if he didn't look sharp,
an then when old Buck dropped out
sot down an wrote to Abe Lincoln an
told him that coercion wouldn't work
worth cent, but conciliation"-
"Wait, fatherW Julia held up hel
pretty hand. II hear some one calling.
Listen %
Not far away they heard the voice OF
a negro. "Marse Dave Henry Oh,
Marse Dave Henryl'
"Hellol Who the nation are you hol-
lerin at?" said Squire Fambrough as a
youngish looking negro man came in
view. "An where did you come from,
an where are you goin?"
"Howdy, mistiss-howdy, marsterp'
The negro took of his hat as he came
up.
"What's your name?" asked the
squire.
"I'm name Tuck, sub. None or you
all amt seed nothin er Marse"-
"Who do you belong tor
II b'longs ter de Cloptons down dar
in Georgy, sub. None er you all ain I
seed nothin"-
"What are you doin here?" demand
ed Squire Fambrough, somewhat an
grily. "Don't you know you are liable
to get killed any minute? Amt you
maxim your way to the Yankee army?
"No, suh." The negro spoke with
JUNCTION. "I'm des a-huntin my young
marster, sub. He name Dave Henry
Clopton. Dat what we call him-Marse
Henry. None er you all amt seed i'm,
is you?"
"Jule," said the squire, rubbing biz
nose thoughtfully, "ain't that the name
Of the chap that used to hang around
here before the Yankees got too closer