The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-01-05

The landmarks of the old South are
fash crumbling away, and it is only a
question Of very few years till the
mem and women who can look back
upan the late unpleasantness and say
ssVre remember che smoke Of battle,
we have heard the rattle Of musketry
and the roar Of cannon, will have
nassed over the river into the great
beyond.
The story of the struggle between
brother and brother is surrounded by
sacred halo. The 6erceness and
the sayagery Of it all is dead, and in
its place has sprung up beautiful
legend of life, story that can be told
in the nursery to the infant on It's
mother knee, or can be clothed With
the beauties Of a language and descend
to history as the ampli6eation OF a
novel Of purity and truth, whose intiu-
ense will serve to ennoble posterity.
Even now it is treat to hear one
Of those who belonged to the old
school tell Of the trials and incidents
: OF that. day. Yesterday a veteran
who had worn the gray with honor in
the civil struggle Of the '6Os, whose
face was scared and scanned with
relics Of past experiences, and whose
hair, was white with the frost Of time,
was sitting in one Of the public Offices
of the city, and when an American re-
porter entered be was in the midst OF
one Of these tales Of other days which
are well worth retelling. 1t is story
Of real life, and the once dark hair of
the heroine, which was her glory and
pride, is streaked with threads OF sill
yer. She is now the mother OF a
family, the wife of prominent states
man of North Mississippi, and her
home itself is a beautiful relic cf~the
old South.
During the early part Of the fall Of
1854 Forests cavalry was encamped
at Verona, Miss, one Of the few sup
ply depots on the Mobile and Ohio
railroad, and particularly important on
that account. Sixty miles from Fero-
Ila is, Rienzi, little suburban town,
which had fallen into the hands OF
the Federal troops, and from this
place little bands of the bluecoats
were making rapid devastation Of the
surrounding territory. Forrest was
thwarted in every attempt to put a
step to the depredations, and he was
convinced that his misfortunes were
due to some spy who kept the enemy
constantly Informed of his move
ments. His suspicious were fastened
On one of those Federal sympathizers,
60 rare in the South, and yet so dan
aerous and ruinous to every venture
of the rebels. The mans name was
jenkins, and Forrest decided to take
immediate action.
The country people at that time
were, of course, drawn together by a
common bond Of sympathy and suffer
ing. Every house was open to them
mates of every other, aud jenkins
though suspected by his neighbors,
had the entree to every abode for
miles around. More than that, his
knowledge Of the country was unllm-
& tied, and he was indispensable to the
Northerners and secretly drew very
handsome revenue from the govern
ment treasury.
Within half mile Of jenkins
house lived young woman who was
the daughter Of Confederate general,
a woman who would have been willing
to die for the cause at any time. She
combined the tender, lovable nature OF
hes mother with the courage and will
eher father, and more than once
6,eneral Forrest had sought inforWa-
tisa from.her and had used it to ad.
vantage. He resolved to ask her aid
In capturing jenkins. and her part in
the plan was to learn OF jenkins
whereabouts and communicate by
courier with a point two miles dis
tant, where signal service began,
which extended the entire sixty miles
to the camp Of General Forrest him
self. By this means message could
he delivered in half an hour, and
every man knew his duty.
One afternoon. few days after she
had been commissioned spy, Jen
lsins stopped at her home for drink
Of water. The young girl waited OF
him herself, invited him into her par
lors, concentrated all her strategcn
and beauty and smiles on his enter
tainment. and when he took his de
parture she had his secret.