Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-08-22
"You going to join the captain

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troop, Rube?" sang half dozen voices
"Well, l don't know" he slowly ar
ticulated. I'VE amt come to no terms
yet"
What terms are you speaking OFF,
said Bowen, hastily.
"Well, you see," said he lazily hitch
ing up his trowsers, II want to know
what am going to get for my share
of the trouble. can take a buck In
the eye at as long a distance as the
next man: or I can, with no better
piece Of mischief than these two knots
here" said he, doubling his fists, and
striking them together, with a blow
that would have felled an OK, "bring
down as many men in free fight as
you choose to set against me: but
amt going to work for nothing. The
man that pays the best, Is the man for
me, call him Kings man or Congress
man. Whig or Tory, what you please
You said nothing Of this last night
to me when I admitted you to our
council" said Bowen. why did you
not speak OF 1t before you entered like
sneaking spy. as you are?" he said
angrily. his slumbering passion getting
the better Of him.
Look here, Alexander Bowen, keep
your hard words for them that fear
you; you set yourself up for captain,
and since you got with Major Davie,
you would think King George himself,
had the educating Of you; but I'll swear
ly83 don't captain It over me. I'll see
you far enough first"
The young trooper involuntarily clap
ped his hand to his side. forgetting his
Sabbath day garb: when Mr.. Adams
interposed.
"Ellick Reuben young men, be
quiet! Would you for foolish word
bring dissension in your own camp?
Bowen. remember your instructions
were to conciliate. Ferris, what would
you have? The enemy's camp Will
furnish more spoils than you can man
age. Fie, man don't be the Jonah In
our midst"
mo, I'll not go until know what [
am to. make by 1t. The spoil as you
call It, I consider as thrown In. I
work for wages, and the rest I make
what l can. None of your black looks
at me, Ellick Bowen. 1 am as near to
Ferguson and Gilbert Town, as you to
Watauga, and your clan; and there are
dozen or more Of. the boys here who'll
not see Bully Rube wronged. You think
you'll play the devil here. You may
do 1t with women and parsons, but you
can't do It with men, and with Reu-
ben Ferris"
Bowen's dark gray eyes were litter
ally scintillating fire; but he strove to
control his passion as he replied:
Ferris, / don't want to quarrel with
YOU, but you know we have no means
to pay our men now. Mr.. Adams here.
will tell you that Mr.. Willoughby Is
partly, and privately pledged, to fur
nish some means; how much, I cannot
say. What you can lay your hand on
In the enemy's camp. is yours; but we
are not fighting now for gain: but
only to hold our own. II you and the
lssys will come with us. we promise
YOU free fight and plenty Of 1t; It's
all we can do"
Come, Ferris, the captain promises
fair; be a man-give him your hand''
cried a dozen voices.
81 don't want to quarrel" said Fer
ris, surlily. seeing the tide was
against him. II only ask for my
rights, and what every man ought to
have. If you are satisfied, boys l am.
Come on, let's be off," And the party,
mounting their horses were soon out
of sight.
Twilight was rapidly fading to
night, as Mr.. Adams and Bowen left
the scene Of the previous incidents.
IT do not half like that Ferris y
said Mr.. Adams as they rode leisurely
along.
"A bulldog brute" said Bowen
passionately.
What do you suppose caused him
to shirk now?" asked Mr.. Adams.
Some sneaking Tory has been tam
pering with him. I'll be bound; and
he would sell his hide for money. or
anything that would crafty his vile
appetite" replied Bowen.
well. we'll. Ellick be patient; we
must take the chaff with the wheat In
this world. When we cannot have
perfect Church we must not expect a
perfect state. The individual makes
the one sinful. and the other rotten.
There's no perfection this side OF
Heaven" And with a deep sigh. the
good minister logged on In silence.
Gradually. his countenance cleared as
If thinking on happier themes, until
at length he abruptly said:
Did Bessie know you were with
me?"
NO" replied the soldier, bitterly.
"or of course, she would not have
said she would come"
Mr.. Adams laughed.
1.-The little coquette!" and after a
pause, what a sunbeam the child Is!
So merry, so innocent, so fearless, and
yet so modest. A precious, unspotted
lamb! I love the child as my own;
but every one loves her-she just
claims 1t as a right and you can't say
no, If you would" The face Of the
soldier gradually relaxed as the min
lister spoke, and he laughingly replied:
LAS her father says, oh! Bessie. las
sic, but ye're a woman"
10 BE CONTINUED.