Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-11-17

Never father. / was sure you
would do It," she answered. warmly.
He wrote the letter at once and
handed II 20 her.
She bent and kissed him.
II can't tell you how glad am to
know that you have no part in such
Injustice"
"You should not have believed me
such a fool, but I'll forgive you for the
kiss. Run now with this letter to your
rebel friends, you little traitor! Wait
a minute"
He shuff1ed to his feet placed his
hand tenderly on her head, and stoop-
ed and kissed the shining hair.
II wonder II you know how I love
you? How I've dreamed Of your fu-
ture? I may not see you every day
as / wish: I'm absorbed in great af-
fairs. But more and more think Of
you and Phil. I'll have a big surprise
for you both some day"
Your love is all ask" she answer
cd. simply.
Within an hour, Mrs. Cameron found
herself before the new president. The
letter had opened the door as by
magic. She poured out her story with
impetuous eloquence while Mr.. John
1 son listened in uneasy silence. His
ruddy face, his hesitatipg manner and
/
to the conscious power Of the tall dark
man who had listened so tenderly and
sympathetically to her story Of Ben
hut a few weeks before.
| The president asked:
Have you seen Mr. Stanton?"
"I have seen him once" she cried
with sudden passion. 1T Is enough.
II that man were God on His throne,
would swear allegiance to the Devil
md fight him."
The president liz. ed his eyebrows and
his lins twitched with a smile:
| II shouldn't say that your spirits are
exactly dropping! I'd like to be near
and hear you make that remark to the
DISTINGUISHED secretary Of war;"
will you grant my prayers" she
pleaded.
IT will consider the matter" he
promised. evasively.
Mrs. Cameron's heart sank.
"Mr. President" she cried, bitterly
II have felt sure that had but to see
YOU face to face and you could not
deny me. Surely, 1t is but justice that
he have the right to see his loved Ones
20 consult with counsel. to know the
charges against him and defend his
life when attacked in his poverty and
ruin by all the power Of mighty gov
ernment? He Is feeble and broken in
health and suffering from wounds re-
ceivcd carrying the flag of the Union
to vic ory in Mexico. Whatever his
errors Of judgment In this war, 1t Is
a shame that a Nation for which he
oncn barred his breast in battle should
treat him as an outlaw without a
trial"
you must remember, Madam" in
errupted the president, that these
are extraordinary times, and that pop
ular clamor, however unjust, will make
itself fel. and must be needed by those
in power. I am sorry for you, and /
trust 1t may be possible for me to
orant your request.
| But I wish 1t now." she urged. HE
sends me word I must go home. !
can't leave without seeing him. Twill
die first"
she drew closer and continued in
throbbiHg tones:
| "Mr. President, you are a native
Carroll 'ian-you are Of Scotch Cove
nanter blood. You are Of my own peo-
Dle Of the great past, whose tears and
suffPrings are our common glory and
hirthright. Come, you must hear me
I will take no denial. Give me now
the order to see my husbandi"
| The president hesitated, struggling
with deep emotion, called his secretary
| and gave the order.
AS she hurried away with Elsie, who
| insisted on accompanying her to the
| all door :he girl said:
Mrs. Cameron, I fear you are with
out money. You must let me help you
urtil you can return It,"
you are the dearest little heart I've
met In all the world, think some
tines" said the older woman, looking
a: her tenderly. II wonder how l can
ever nay. you for half you've done al
ready"
"The doing Of it mas been its own
reward" was the soft reply. May
help you?"
TT I need 1t, yes. But trust 1t will
store of gold Doctor Cameron was wise
enough to hoard during the war. l
brought half Of 1t with me when /
left home. and we buried the rest. /
hope to find 1t on my return. And II
We ca save the twenty bales Of cotton
we have hidden we shall be relieved OF
want"
"Pm ashamed of my country when
think of such ignoble methods as
have been used against Doctor Cam
aron. My fa'her Is indignant too
"I am very grateful to your father
for his letter. / am sorry he. has LETT
'He citv before I could meet and thank
him personally. You must tell him
Cor me-"
At the Jail the order Of the president
wag 70: honored for three hours, and
| Mrs. Cameron paced the street In an
orv impatiNnce at first and then In dull
despair
no you think that man Stanton
would dare defy the president" she
asked. anxiously.
No" said Elsie but he Is delaying
as long as possible as an act OF petty
| .yra~ny."
| At last the messenger arrived from
the war department permitting an or
der of the chief magistrate Of the Ma
tion. the commander -in-chief OF It's
army and navy, to be executed.
The grated door swung on its heavy
hi rges, and the wife and mother lay
| soht ing In the arms Of the lover or
h'r youth.
| For two hours they poured into
| Zach others heart the story OF their
~orrows and struggles during the SIX
eateful months that had passed. When
| she would return from every theme
back to his danger, he would laugh
her fears to scorn.
| Nonsense my dear. I'm as innoce NJ
as a babe. Mr.. Davis was sunerlng
from erysipe,as. and 1 kept him In my
| house hat night to relieve MS pain.
IT will all blow over. I'm happy now
that have seen you. Ben Will be up
in a few DAYS. You must return at
once. You have no idea Of the wild
chaos at home. l left Jake In charge.
have implicit faith In him, but there's
no telling what may happen. 1 Will
not spend another moment In peace
until you CO."
| The proud old man spoke Of his own
danger with easy assurance. He was
absolutely certain, since the day OF Mrs.
Surratt's execution, that he would be
railroaded 20 the gallows by the same
methods. He had long looked on the
end with Indifference, and had ceased
to desire % live except to see his loved
oncs again.
II vain she warned him OF danger.
my peril is nothing, my love-" he
answered, quietly. "At home, the hor-
rors Of a servile reign Of terror have
become a reality. These prison walls
do not i'terest me. My heart Is with
our stricken people. You must go
home. Our neighbor Mr.. Lenoir, Is
slowly dying. His wife will always
be a child. Little Marion is older and
more self-reliant. I feel as II they are
our own children. There are so many
| u,ho paa5 nc Thay have ALWAYS look