The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1896-07-23

! was--and he was ever a great 1ad;os,
| man at the proper seasons-he nevn,,
LOU social Establishments hold him hacl.
1or one instant from volunteerin1 rn,,
most arduous and disagreeablc dntu
through August sun or winter's .nC,,,
and slush. Any allusion to- his l,nnwm
courage and dash wcre q 'twioe.told
tale He was the Murat of the Viz
ginia lines. IL
when [ began to write NV novel
Creole and Puritan Young largely
furnished tho best traits in tho South
etn twin OF It's heroes, as Charles King
did for the Puritan OF course, nc T
iiaVo told you, the pair were not meant
ior portraits; for King was no more u
puritan in the generic sense, than tho
Georgia boy was real Creole. Yet
these two best typed those essential
points OF divergence, to crystalline
~hlch the novel was written. While
tho critics were saying very pleasant
th!ngs about that story, many of them
objected to my making the Creole a
major general on his twenty-fourth
birthday ) advising me to stick to
PROBABILITIES. l wrote King the facts
"G Inc Inc tlme and later when publish
ed me Puritan's Daughter as it's &C.
quel, l noted that the statement was
wen "lGnln the facts. After Young
returned rom st. Petersburg he visit,
eo US al Mobile. Then he told me-
WIN oil ABSENCE OF vanity in his blunt.
simple way-that he commanded bis
division when he was only twentv.
three. II | am not in error. that
makes MIN the youngest major gen
eral in either army
IAN odd joke on Young during that
Visit r6curS to me now bOur of no
drove down the she'll road for a dinner
at South End. A gulf storm had torn
away a section Of the long wharf. onlv
narrow planks loosely lying across the
gaps. Louis Chaudron, Shelton Sims
and passed the first plank; looked
buck and saw Young hesitate and with
uncertain foot upon the thither end
Sims called back We'll, here's an an
omaly. A man who has ridden gailv
into hail OF lead and iron-whose front
| Is tattoocd with wounds-fears to
charge plank to capture his dinner p
Young made wry face, swore It was
u very different thing: then marched
across the plank that bent under his
| weight to threatening of leaving us it,
orally with no bridges behind US. But
| that dinner with its "reminiscences.
stories and jolly chatf comes to me with
clear echo to-day across the vaIley of
the shadow OF death. AS these echoes
die away from memory, resistlesslv
come to replace them the living words
of Margaret Preston, in her dirge for
another beau sabruer, earlier borne TO
the Avalon Of Southern valor:
Heard yc the veterans-hearts that
had known
Never throb Of fear; never a groan-
SOB, mid the fight they win,
Tears their stern eyes within
Ashby, our Paladin Ashby is dead y
$50 wrote the Southern Barrett
Browning, three decades ago. Tine
has filled our lives with new duties and
avochtions since then; newer memo
rles have dulled somewhat the sound
OF once familiar voices. But when we
of the old set hear the toll of tho func-
raj bell, even now the mists of circum-
stance and surrounding clear away.
Time itself rolls back, and we stand on
the edge Of each new grave, once more
under the star-barred flag and with
the fresh Of our youth-again in the
young Confederacy !"