The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1904-06-15

outing would cost too much. Ihere
are Raleigh's college expenses-taXes,
insurance. family eXpenses-thes'
must come first-rest or no rest"
Henry Bouchillon was a man O
fiftv wears of age-a bank cashier
with a charming family consisting
of q wife and six children. He was
tall handsome man with. high well.
bred features, and had always been
considered robust man-had worked
wear in and year out-never seeming
TO realize that the human machine
REQUIRED a respite from labor. When
10 one day in July while walking
toward his beautiful home, he reeled
and would have fallen had not 8
friendly hand reached forth and sup
ported him.
Henry Bouchillon's home was
handsome old residence, in the sleepy
town of Ivory in the Huguenot sectlor
of Upper Carolina. The family. ply
sician prescribed a change and rest.
Tn answer to the entreaties ofhis fam.
ily, be had spoken the opening
sentence. Angela Bouchillon sighed
and acouicesed in her husbands de-
cision. Was be not the wisest and
best of men. She said to her daughter,
"Gloria, dear, if papa could only 60.
If he dies, too shall follow"
"Dont talk so, little mother, it breaks
nv heart. Let US talk it over with
Cousin Beaufort. ,,
Gloria was like Juno "divienly tall''
and of superb proportions, with the
sunbeams SHARED in her shining hair
and! wondrous eyes changeable as the
sea-going from blue to black with
every f1eeting expression OF the radl-
ant face. She was justly proud OF her
Huguenot ancestry: for did not the
blood of that great man-that high,
priest of the Huguenots, the Pere
Gilbert who had led them out OF
France-flow in her veins? Had he
not parlied with King Charles OF
England and obtained ship from him,
in which to bring the exiles to this
land of the brave and home OF the
free? Then obtained huge grants OF
land for them in the Long Canes"
where New Bordeaux and Abbeville
nowis, Her forefathers had helped
to make South Carolina history and
she was never tired of telling this to
her little brothers. She possessed
decision of character and signed her
name "Gloria Judith Gilbert De Bou-
chillon."
The charms of camping out and its
lack of expense were canvassed but
to all Bouchillon turned deaf ear.
"Let me stay at home," he said
YEARLY, lat home, with my family,
nv flowers, my fruits. 1t is worse
than folly for an ailing person to en-
deayor to live as wild Indian, camp
ing out-compelled to eat poorly pre-
pared food, and missing the comforts
of we'll ordered home. Then stately
Cousin Beaufort DeVere spoke up
like prophecies of old, why not
20 to Millwood, take the entire family,
Including the carriage horses, the cook
and the cow. There is no camping
out-no great expense"
"Millwood," she continued "is a
magnificent estate of several thousand d
acres upon the Savannah River about
twenty miles from Ivory. 1t is the
property of the heirs of Col. Jas.
Edward Calhoun. The estate is
managed by Mr.. Granville Beal, a
genial and courtly gentleman of the
old school. The manager has opened
1.-The Cottage" a building upon the
estate, to the public-to the friends
and neighbo of Calhoun and heirs
There is free pasturage for your horses
in Bermuda field containing two
Thousand acres. have an invitation
from the manager which says make
up nice little party, come to Millwood
and see it for yourself. So Cousin
Hal, this place answers all objections,
does it not?"
at certainly does, Cousin Beaufort" ;"
replied Mr.. Bouchillon.
The necessaries, and divers luxuries,
were stored in a two mule wagon,
driven by black Jake, a good teamster
and better cook. The boys rode in the
wagon, the carriage following with
invalid, wife and daughters. Cousin
Beaufort came down on the train with
a party of young cousins, mostly
Clemson Cadets, who were 10 occupy
the "old house" at Millwood. The
days being oppressively hot-it was
decided to start at four in the morning.
In the early dawn the journey was
begun. Out past the "Blue Hip over
the smooth roads Of Sharon and
Lebanon, over the bold hills of Bor-
deaux, on to the Flatwoods, tha,
mighty tableland teeming with
undeveloped wealth in timber and
soil.
Just before sunset, they came tc
Millwood. Through the magnificent
oaks and elms, could be caught
glimpses of the old Mill-the glistening
Mill Race, the ''old house" and The
Cottage, quaint medieval, all seeming
to have been plucked up bodily, from
out some foreign land and placed here
to make a bizarre picture. The black
or yellow women, walking erect with
pitcher or jar balanced upon their
turbaned heads, gave dash OF
oriental life and color TO the scene, and
always, above every other sound the
roar of the river, as the shining flood
swept past the acres of cleaning
lilies upon the Georgia banks. Gloris
held out her white hands toward the
exquisite flowers and murmureC
reverently-
"In the beauty of the lilies,
Christ was born across the sea-
He died to set men free"
"We have come to the sea" crie(
Hal Jr., exultiDgly.
The three year old baby clapped hi
hands joyfully and exclaimed "mucl
water mama, big water, mama"
Mr.. Granville Beal, manager of tn
estate, met the tourists and throwing
wide the doors bade them "welcom
TO Millwood" The cottage was O
concrete, weatherboarded, or adob
as such buildings are called in ou
South West with q Mexican past