The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1901-10-10

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The queen ruled with high hand
Under these conditions IT is an eas,
matter to understand how wrought ur
We were. Nobody felt safe. Winnie's
disappearance had the effect OF keep.
ing all women indoors after dark. Men
Went armed, expecting outrages every
minute.
4s for me, ! was almost insane.
| Uncle Tom had become melancholy
Ov@r Winnies loss, and now began to
doubS if We could ever find her again,
bat Gordon and / persisted in our ef-
forts, yet with TO success. The
tension, publicly, was becoming SO
great that men grew hoarso with ex-
element and nervous from apprehen-
sion.
One day, as Uncle Tom and I sat on
the porch at the Corals. squad OF
soldiers appeared before the gate.
Il wonder what is'up now," said.
"These are some of the queens sol.
diers."
"Is Gordon with them?" asked my
uncle.
"No-Jobbs.
"Some rascality, then, you may be
sure"
Captain Jobbs was the man Gordon
so thoroughly disliked, and for whom
had learned to cherish a most pro-
found hatred. Jobbs was cur and
coward, and, as the case usually is,
bully and braggart. He rode up the
avenue to the porch, followed by some
OF his men. Leaping from his horse
he staggered up the steps, and tap
ping my uncle on the shoulder, said:
"You are under arrest. Come along
with me-"
"What." exclaimed Uncle Tom.
do you dare? Hae the queen for
gotten all reason? This is an outrage,
sir, that shall not go unpunished."
Don't give ME hany sarce," replied
Captain Jobbs. "Come halong with
me-"
"What is this arrest for?" I de-
manded. "What charge have you
against my uncle?"
"That hain't none O. your business
nor mine," said the polite captain.
eff 1 am under arrest, I demand
that you take me at cnce before my
accusers," said my uncle, sternly.
"You'll see them soon enough"
growled Jobbs. "HeY there. one hof
yon fellows, fetch that 'orse 'ere'
They had not brought vehicle for
my uncle, but horse for him to ride.
81 will go in my own carriage" said
my uncle.
Not much you WON'T" replied
Jobbs. "You'll so hon that ere
'orse."
81 will go in with you and see
Stevens" I said. '"This is too much
to be borne.
SO we started, Uncle Tom riding be-
tween two soldiers. They were too
slow for me. 1 galloped ahead and
stopped at Dole's house to tell him OF
the arrest.
"What is this?" exclaimed Judrs
Dole, as rushed to him, painting with
excitement.
"My uncle under arrest by order OF
the queen" replied.
"What! Do I hear you Alright?
Warringford under arrest? This is
too muchl This is carrying the out
rage too far! Come, I will go with
you to see Stevens.
Mr.. Dole's horse was brought to the
door, and we set off for the Legation.
Mr.. Stevens was ct his desk in his
private Office.
"Eere is pretty pass!" exclaimed
Mr.. Dole, angrily. "Our friend War
rirgford,placed under arrest and carted
of to prison like criminal, by order
Of the queen"
"Is it possible?" queried the Amer
can miuister, rising. Goa what
;harge?"
"On no charge or warrant" I said.
"He was hustled OF without an ex-
PLANTATION.
"Ah! The explanation will be had,
nevertheless.
Mr.. Stevens gave an order for his
carriage. In few minutes it was at
the door of the Legation.
"Come with me to the palace" he
said. 'Leave your horses aud take
seats in the carriage"
The news OF the arrest had spread.
The excitement, already at fever heat,
was now consuming.
American cheers greeted US as We
rode hurriedly through the streets.
As we turned into King Street, I Iheard
familiar voice shouting: