The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1901-05-15

ssMy love is handsome laddie O.
Genteel. but ne'er foppish ror gaudy 0!
Though commissions are dear,
Yet III buy him one this year,
FOR he'll serve no longer 8 cadie o!
A soldier has honor and bravery Q,
Cnacouainted with rosues and their knav-
cry o!
He minds no other thing
But the ladies or the king,
Eor every other care Is but slavery 0!
~Thea I'll be the captains lady o!
Farewell, all my friends and my daddy 0!
III wait no more at home,
But III follow with the drum.
And whene'er that beats III be ready o!
Drmbarton's drums sound bonnie 0!
They are sprightly like my dear Johnn1eoi
How happy shall be
When on my soldiers knee,
And he kisses snd blesses his Annie OF"
Her voice was deep and true, and the
old war ballad was music in my ears
AZ the melody rose and fell in the lone
gy night my eyes drooped again and my
brain became dim with advancing slum-
hers like child soothed to sleep by the
song of his mother. was as tired as
dog. I had ridden long and far and had
worked much, and every nerve and
snuscle in me cried aloud for rest, but
roused myself as she finished and the
last note Of her song died in the dark
mass
ssThat is a proper military song, ;" I
said, .'and nobly sung, but I object to
the sentiments Of your hero. BE minds
no other thing but the ladies or the
king. The ladies are all eight, but no
ingl Leave the king out!'
Old Put was stamping his feet again.
.That's right, Put, said cap
plaud the song, for it was we'll sung,
though you and L who are good Aneri-
cans, don't altogether like the senti-
ments. That, I take it, is an old song
Of loyalty to the Stuarts. Its a singular
thing to me how Wholesome minded
English people can invest the Stuarts
whom they kicked out Of their country,
with so much romance and charm when
all history shows they were an utterly
debased lot, and nobody knows it better
than the English themselves I"
ssTbe sentiments Of the song, king
and all, are perfectly correct, and I'll
sing that verse to You again
She looked at me with 81 look half OF
defiance, half a smile, and sang:
~My love is handsome laddie o.
Genteel but ne'er Soppish nor gaudy Oi
Though commissions are dear,
Yet I'll buy him one this year,
Tor ho'll carve no LONGER caOie Ol
A soldier has honor and bravery 0.
Unaccusinted with rogues and their knav
cry o!
He minds no other thing
But the ladies or the king.
For every other care Is but slavery O!
She sang it still more softly and gen.
sly than before, and, though my eyelids
dropped again, turned my eyes from
the bed of Goals to her face. The fire.
light played ruddily over her eyes and
cheeks, and the expression there seemed
tender and faraway, as if her thoughts
had gone from this dark night and the
war torn fields OF South Carolina to the
green English meadows and peaceful
sunshine.
When she finished, I raised my hands
and clapped them together.
sWell donel'' | said well done!''
.sDone well enough for u.s. said
some one, and strong hands reached
oyer the log and grasped me by the
wrists Ny languor and my sleepiness
were gone in an instant, and made a
powerful effort to wrench myself loose,
-6ut / had been taken too suddenly
Three or four men flung themselves
apon me, and was crushed under a
great weight, while the firm grip was
still on my wrists. l managed to deal
somebody heavy kick and heard a
Nunt of pain, but in a few seconds !
Syas overpowered and, like wise man.
ceased to struggle further.
Singularly enough, one Of my early
thoughts in that moment was Of relief
that Old Put should prove not to be a
false prophet. having enjoyed such a
good character in that respect so long.
I had been a fool not to take his warning
more seriously Then / wondered why
the girl did not cry out at the sight OF
GCuSg1lnS meR ana ene souuo Va ooCue
and blows. a violent medley usually
very terrifying TO women l caught one
glimpse of her, and she was sitting on
the log, her back against the up thrust
oough. leaning upon it as lazily as il
she were in rocking chair in a parlor.
The freight still played over her face
and eyes. but the soft and tender e1.
pression which had pleased me was
zone Instead the look that she turned
Rpon me was mixture OF dislike.
srAlioe and triumph
After meeting such a glance it was q
relief TO me to look another way and
see who had captured me-
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