Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-10-24

Bowen's best friend. The man has
never held up his head since that
stroke. And he met 1t as he hoped to
meet it-in harness, and near you
Come, major; you must prepare fol-
other trials"
Davie followed him mechanically
stepping over the bloody corpses that
strewed the path.
Sewer evidently wished the major
to ask where he was going; but Davie,
wrapped in his own thoughts. followed
like one in a dream. The two men had
been like brothers, for Bowen's honest
worth and chivalric devotion had not
only commended him to Davies dis
eliminating judgment, but had endear-
ed him to his generous heart. Since
Bowen's great trouble, too, Davies
kindness had partaken more Of the
tenderness of woman, and Bowen
would have laid down his life at any
moment for the friend, whom In his
heart, he held next to his God. Wait
ing, in vain, for some intimation that
Davie was needing him, Sewer, with
a soldiers bluntness, said
do you know Mr.. Willoughby Is
here?"
"Mr. Willoughby?" said Davie, at
once aroused. Impossible"
But he is though. He followed
Graham I understand"
Graham, too? And here? How
comes that?"
"I cannot tell you much about 1t, but
II seems Graham would insist on an
investigation of some matters connect
ed with himself, the moment he re-
turned to camp. He found but little
difficulty in proving his innocence, but
was so stung with even the slightest
suspicion of remissness in duty. that
he insisted on Joining Tarleton, and
thus prove his readiness to discharge
all requirements. With his nice sense
of honor he refused to table charges
against Hardy till his own position
was fairly established, and though, I
warrant you, he had but small friend
ship and scant courtesy for the mis-
creant, yet he would not accuse him."
But, Mr.. Willoughby; how came he
here?" questioned Davie, moving with
more alacrity.
THAT is what I cannot understand"
replied Sewer. "Graham's influence
got him off on parole; but why he
should follow him to Tarleton's camp.
cannot see. I knew he liked the
young fellow, but such infatuation as
this would infer, seems incredible"
And where are they?" said Davie,
who did not seem to be so taken by
surprise, as Sewer expected.
"Yonder, under those trees" replied
Sewer, hesitatingly.
"Mr. Willoughby-but where Is Gra-
ham? Good heavens. Sewer, he's
wounded"
s>-"Mr. Willoughby Is safe major said
Sewer gravely, laying OBTAINING hand
on his arm: "but Graham is dead?"
Dead" calculated Davie. springing
forward
Mr.. Willoughby was seated on the
ground supporting Graham's head on
his knee A pale blue mark on the
temple, through which few dark
drops had trickled, told it all. His
brow was yet knitted with the storm
of passion, and his hand clutched his
sword, even in death. Yet In death,
how beautiful The long curling lash
shaded the half closed eyes, and hid
the death in their glazed pupils. His
cravat was united, and the femininely
beautiful throat exposed, soft and fair
as a woman's. The graceful limbs not
yet stiffened in death, lay as II in care
less repose, and the hand on his sword
but be:okened the watchfulness Of the
sleeping soldier.
Mr.. Willoughby looked up as Davie
approached. Never had the young
man seen such look of strong des-
pair. His mouth quivered in spasmo-
die emotion, and his eyes were encir-
cled by deep rings Of dark purple. He
spoke in accents Of deepest misery yet
not a tear dimmed those stony eyes.
my child is dead, Henry! My boy,
my brave, my noble boy; gone forever!
I watched him through all this terrible
day, and my heart trembled and SWELL
ed and tainted, at his fearful daring.
When he rushed into the thickest Of
the fray, followed him with my wild
terror; and when he came out un-
harmed / blessed the proud and defiant
boy. My eyes never once lost him till
that last fatal discharge-then1 I miss
ed him. Good God, the maddening
agony of looking over the dead for him,
I found him at last in the thickest Of
the fray, and he was dead! Oh!
God, the misery of that moment! My
heart shrank, and shivered and broke
in the agony. He was dead, Davie,
and died without blessing me. Not a
word for the father that begat him;
the wretched father, who so cruelty
forsook him. Ny boy, my noble boy!
MY QdTllllB sui. iO" nave pi SN ioA
the moment when 1 might claim you;
when l could take you in my arms
and call you child! Oh! God, this is
retribution, claim your clay and
He claims your SOUL" and groaning In
deepest anguish. the old man. with
trembling fingers. pressed the cluster
ing hair from the marble brow, caress-
ed the face so still in death, and again
and again kissing the cold lips, strove
by every endearment, to arouse the
sleeping dead.
What does he mean. major? Is he
mad?" whispered Sewer, who In mute
astonishment had witnessed this out
break.
Hush" replied Davie, In the same
tone. His grief maddens him, but his
words are true and sober. We must
get him away"
What! Graham his son?"
Yes. I cannot tell you now, but
it Is even So"
1t was with the utmost difficult!