Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1896-09-26

"He did, but he had been wounded.
and was so faint when he came in that
he had as much difficulty in telling his
story as we had in comprehending it l
told the general that knew you and
that your messenger could be trusted, 80
he sent me, and, though we had a
rough ride Of it, I am glad we are here.
But before we can explain further let Us
see about the wounded "
Captain Duncan rode off to give Or
ders to his men, and the Prophet went
to where his own friends were gathering
across the valley near where Captain
Brandon had been set up as a target. On
the outskirts of the crowd he saw one OF
the immigrant women bending over
wounded man and giving him water
He approached and discovered Bouton.
with the death damp on his yellow fore
head and his lifeblood yelling from his
yellow breast
"This is the end I have foreseen for
thee and all who travel thy ways,
said the Prophet, dropping on his knee
beside the dying outlaw.
"Have you power to shrive and con-
fess me?" said the outlaw.
II claim no such power, but while
life lasts mercy and forgiveness extend
their arms, said the Prophet solemnly
The outlaw struggled as if he would
say more, but fell back, with his purple
lips drawn back from his white teeth,
and over his eyes fell the glazed death
veil, the scarcely percepitble yet i'm
penetrable film that divides time from
eternity.
The Prophet heaved sigh and mutt
tered a prayer, then went to the throng
that surrounded objects Of greater inter
est.
As he forced his way through low
sobs, as from breaking hearts, fell upon
his ears. He raised his bowed head and
saw the tall form Of Captain Brandon.
There was blood on his face and breast,
blood that covered the scar on his cheek,
but it was not his own. 1t was the life
blood Of Henry Kyle For a moment
the two friends were in each others
arms
II thank thee, thou Great Jehovah,
cried the Prophet, "that thou hast saved
my friend"
"Gome this way. Let Us withdraw. "
whispered Captain Brandon.
The Prophet looked into the center of
the group and saw DR.. Blanchard plac-
ing Henry Kyle and Kushat on two
stretchers that had been hastily con-
structed Of rifles and blankets
"Are they dead?'' asked the Prophet.
"Not yet. Come, let US talk apart
We can follow them to the grave
They walked under the towering
rocks and watched the sad procession
forming and moving across the valley.
All the Kyles and the Blanchards were
there, but the wailing Of the women
told that the journey Of one Of them
would not end, but rather begin when
his bearers had set him down again
1.-THE rifles were raised to destroy me,
and looked into the black muzzles
with feeling that they were the last
things on which my earthly eyes would
rest, but, like a guardian angel he drop
ped down from the sky and saved me. "
sobbed the captain.
The Prophet laid his hand on the cap
Gains broad shoulder and looked into
his blood stained face with an expression
of unutterable questioning and tender
ness.
"Let us wait. 1t may be better to say
no more-better that the dead past
should bury its dead.
"No, no, Captain Brandon; this must
not be. Break the seals which the an
gels of charity and silence have so long
placed on your ips-break them, or I
WILL" said the Prophet with great ear
nestness.
eff the silence is to be broken I will
do it. But we must now consider the
course that would bring the greatest
happiness. Am not right?"
The two friends walked across the
valley, and on the way they passed the
bodies Of a number Of dead outlaws
with their ghastly faces upturned to the
sun. Among them was Fairplay, his
bronzed hands still clutching his rifle.
As they were nearing the cave Captain
Duncan met them and greeted Captain
Brandon with warmth that showed
they were valued friends There is
man over here, a prisoner, who wants to
speak to one of you gentlemen, said
Captain Duncan.
"Who is hep asked the Prophet.
Il believes he calls himself Font
Robb, but recognize in him Il criminal
who is wanted by the governors of half
n dozen states and territories" " replied
Captain D2nc;,n.
They went over to where the prison.
ers were seated OH the ground. guarded
by number Cf c;lvallymen.
'See har. gents" said Font Robb,
rising and touching his cap, 1--WE got
q favor to ask, and I'll say it's the one
I'd do for either Of you if you was i'll
the SAME fix am.
what is that?" asked the Prophet,
who was now in a mood to grant any
reasonable favor. even to all outlaw and
an enemy
Don't let the sojers carry me off,"
said Font Robb.
Garry you OFF,"
"Ycs, tote me away from har"