Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1906-05-29

1T Is Tyrrel!" calculated Henry
Major Butler, 1t is Tyrrel. That face
black and horrible as 1t Is to look at
"Indeed!" said Butler, gazing with
melancholy earnestness upon the scene
and speaking scarce above his breath
'is it so; Tyrrel and st. Jermyn the
same person? This is strange mys-
terry"
| Robinson. at this moment, approach
ed, and, in answer to Buffers question
told the whole story of the commotior
that had just agitated the camp.
"St Jermyn was not with Fergu-
son." said Butler, when the sergeant
had finished his narrative. How came
he here today?"
First or last replied Robinson, 1T
is my observation, major, that these
schemers and contrivers against 9TH
ers' lives are sure to come to account
The devil put 1t into this st. Jermyns
head to make Ferguson visit. He
came yesterday with Mr.. Lindsay, and
got the poor gentleman his hurt
James Curry has done working for him
now, major, master and man have trav-
eled one road"
The scene was now closed. The
business Of the day called the troops to
other labors. Campbell felt the neces-
sity Of an immediate retreat with his
prisoners to the mountains, and his
earliest orders directed the army to
prepare for the march.
When Butler returned to the cot
tage, he found himself surrounded by
mournful group. The malady of
Lindsay had Unexpectedly taken a
fatal turn. Mildred and Henry were
seated by the couch Of their father,
watching in mute anguish the last
ebbings OF life. The dying man was
composd and apparently free from
pain and the few words he spoke were
of forgiveness and resignation.
In the midst of their sorrow and ST.
lence the inmates Of the dwelling had
their attention awakened by the mill
tary music Of the retiring army. These
cheerful sounds vividly contrasted
with the grief Of the mourners, and
told of the professional indifference of
soldiers to the calamities Of war. BY
degrees, the martial tones became
more faint, as the troops receded up
the valley; and before they were quite
lost to the ear, Campbell and Shelby
appeared at the door Of the cottage
to explain the urgency Of their present
departure, and to take a sad farewell
Of their friends.
Stephen Foster, with Harry Winter
and party Of the Rangers remained
behind to wait the movements of But
Ter. Horse Shoe Robinson, Allen Mus
grove, and his daughter, were in con-
slant attendance.
Here ends my story.
In a lonely thicket, close upon the
margin Of the little brook which waters
the valley on the eastern side Of Kings
mountain, the traveller Of the present
day may be shown an almost obliter-
ated mound, and hard by he will see
the fragment of a rude tombstone, on
which is carved the letters p. L. This
vestige marks the spot where the re-
mains of Philip Lindsay were laid, un-
til the restoration Of peace allowed
them to be transported to the Dove
Cote.
There, also in a happier day, Arthur
Butler and Mildred took up their
abode: and Notwithstanding the fatal
presentiment in regard to the fortunes
of his house which had thrown so dark
a color upon the life Of Philip Lindsay,
lived long enough after the Revolution
to see grow up around them pros
porous and estimable family.
Mary Musgrove, too attended Mil
dred, and attained an advanced, and l
hope happy old age, at the Dove Cote.
Wat Adair, have heard 1t said in
Carolina, died a year after the battle
Of Kings Mountain, of horrible dis
temper, supposed to have been pro-
duced by the bite Of a rabid wolf. l
would fain believe, for the sake OF
poetical justice, that this was true.
Another item Of intelligence, to be
found in the history Of the war, may
have some reference to our tale. find
that in the summer of 1881, Colonel
Butler was engaged in the pursuit OF
marie towards Williamsburgh: my In
quiries do not enable me to say with
precision, whether 1t was our friend
Arthur Butler who had met this pro-
motion. His sufferings in the cause
certainly deserved such a reward.
THE END.