Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1900-04-18

q very touching part. He was saying,
'She gave me little strand Of her
hair leaning from the coach window,
and I kissed her hand three times and
swore"-and at that moment we heard
a noise that would make the starkest
lover swear "blue devils" 1t was the
loud roaring of pistols and muskets and
the fierce ehouts Of men.
We took our swords from their scab-
bards and pistol in each left hand and
fed down the stairs. The men were
arming and rushing forth to support
the guards, and my father was tearing
about in search of his new horse pistols
Upon entering the courtyard we found
Red Harding and handful Of men at
the great gate and few stout foresters
with boar spears, thrusting the enemy
back from the top of the wall where 1t
is lowest.
"At theml" ] shouted, and just then
the baron passed me with his days and
two handed sword. We three opened
fire on the black heads bobbing over the
wall, and then turned to see how things
were shaping. The noise Of believing
men and crashing guns was fearful
81 am glad we have garrison
said Harry. land lots Of half pixies and
boar spears for the plowmen.
I did not answer, for at that moment
the great gate was smashed in and
body of burly rufians plunged through.
Without turning to look at them, Red
Harding and his men cut and thrust at
the ones trying to follow, 30 wrathfully
that they gave way. and up went the
oak again with a mighty grindstone
and keg of iron bolts to hold it. Eight
fellows had entered, however, and these
fought with dash and ferceness like
mountain wolves at bay-with very
good chance for life, too. for our gar
rison could not spare its numbers from
the gates and walls.
Harry raised the family warcry:
1.-THE Long swordl The long swordr
and followed by me and half dozen
old retainers rushed at them. There was
no loading Of pieces in that tussle. 1t
was cut and thrust, dodge and strike,
give and take, with Kissing breath and
muffled curses. I have never been more
proud of my brother than was then.
Though pale Of face, like a bookman,
and more given to writing ballads than
bouts with single sticks, be played his
1.-the rapier blade against their swords
and pixies like white lightning. For
awhile we stood abreast with our men
on either side. The invaders marked
our fine linen shirts and powdered hair
and yelled: Down with the fine gen.
tlemenl Down with the fat landhold-
ersl" By this hoping to win our peas
ants.
"And, thank God, they held the
landl" cried an old herder.
got my point into fellow, drop
ping him so that the next could get at
me. By the saints, the man who took
his place was the giant Of the cellar.
He carried rapier, and with it in his
grip wore the air of man Of breeding.
We worked back from the others, we
two. He fenced like a master. but hap
PLY for me he had been pricked slightly
in the right shoulder.
~ have the honor Of crossing swords
with D'Artagan. cadet Of Isstens" he
asked.
"The same, grunted, parrying
thrust in quartz.
I backed slowly. He was certainly
my master in skill
Presently gained a little. "The
chief Of robbers. I believer" ! Iqueried
with fine scorn.
"sir Cadet, you are very young and
very proud. he said quietly. ~ was
once very devil at counting quarter
ings and riding to hounds myself. "
was filled with surprise at the tone
Of his voice more than at what he said,
for any base born fool can lie about bis
breeding
My wrist was firing when l saw
with relief that the members of the at
tacking party inside the walls were all
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