Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1906-02-06
CHAPTER XIII-CoNT1NUED.


after our old Prussian friend De
Kalb."
do youh hear that, wife," exclaim-
ed Wat. Keep that in your head, If 1t
will hold there a twelvemonth. No oc-
casion to walt longer haw! haw!
haw!"
wet talks like a natural born
fool" retorted the wife. I'VE have no
friends nor enemies on any side. The
boy was called Marcus because Watty
was headstrong, and not because we
cared any more for one general nor
another. 1 dare say there Is faults
enough on both sides, II the truth was
told and can't see what people In
the woods have to do with all this jar
ring about liberty and such non
sense"
Hold your tongue!" said Wat Boil
your kettle, and give US none Of your
tinkling brass, as the Bible calls 1t.
You see, Horse Shoe, there's such rid
ing and burnings, and shooting and
murder about here, that these women
are scared out of the little wits God
has given them; and upon that ac-
count we are obliged sometime to play
a little double. just to keep out of
harms way. But l am sure ! wish no
i'll to the Continental army"
"If we thought you did, Wat" re-
piled Robinson. 1--WE would have slept
on the hill tonight. rather than set
foot across the sill Of your door.
Howseyer, let's say nothing about that;
1 told Mr., Butler that you would give
US the best you had, and so you will.
1 have known Wat Adair. Mr.. Butler,
a good many years, We used to call
him Wat with the double hand, Show
us your fist here, Wat, Look at that
sir! it's as broad as q shovel"
Cutting Of trees" said the woodman
as he spread his large horny-knuckled
hand upon the supper table, "and
handling of logs, will make any mans
paw broad, and mine want small at
first"
"Ha, ,ha! ha!" calculated the SER
geant, you ha'n't forgot Dick Rowley
over here on Congaree, Wat-Wallop-
ing Dick. as they nicknamed him-and
the scrtmmage you had with him when
he sot to laughing at you because they
accused you for being lightfingered, and
your letting him see that you had
heavy hand, by giving him the full
weight of it upon his ear that almost
drove him through the window Of the
bar-room at the Cross Roads? You
ha'n't forgot that-and his drawing
his knife on you?"
ITO be sure ha'n't, That fellow
was about as superfuous piece of
wicked flesh as l say-as a man would
meet on a summers day journey. But
for all that Horse Shoe, he want 60
ing to supererogate me, without get
ting as good as he sent, When come
across one Of your merry fellows that's
for playing cantraps on man, it's my
rule to make them pay the piper: and
that's pretty good rule, Horse Shoe.
all the world through, But come here
is supper; draw up, Mr.. Butler"
Mary, Musgrove having completed
the arrangement OF the board whilst
this conversation was In progress, the
family now sat down to their repast.
1t was observable. during the meal,
that Mary was very attentive in the
discharge OF the Offices Of the table,
and especially when they were requir-
ed by Butler. There was modest and
natural courtesy In her demeanor that
attracted the notice Of our soldier, and
enhanced the kindly impression which
the artless girl had made upon him;
and It was, accordingly, with feeling
composed, In one degree, Of curiosity
to learn more of her character, and in
another Of that sort of tenderness
which an open-hearted man Is apt to
entertain towards an ingenious and
pretty female, that he took occasion
after supper, when Mary had seated
herself on the Threshold Of the porch.
to fall into conversation with her.
you do not live here, ! think
have gathered, but are only on Wis
it?" was the remark addressed to the
maiden.
mo, sir; 1t is thirty good long miles
by the shortest road, from this to my
fathers house. Mistress Adair is my
mothers sister, and that makes her my
aunt. you know. sir"
And your fathers name?"
Allen Musgrove. He has a mill, sir,
on the Ennoree."
You are the millers daughter then.
Well that's a pretty title. I suppose
they call you SOP"
"The men sometimes call me-" re-
piled Mary, rising to her feet. and lean
ing carelessly against one of the up
right timbers that supported the porch,
"the miller's pretty daughter but the
women call me plain Mary Musgrove."
Faith, my dear, the men come near
er the truth than the women"
They say not" replied the maid
en-, Il have heard, and sometimes /
have read in good books-at least they
called them good books-that you
mustn't believe the men,"
And why should you not?"
II don't we'll know why not" re-
turned the girl doubtingly, "but l am
young, and maybe l shall find 1t out
by and by"
God forbid" said Butler that you
should ever gain that experience! But
there are many tolls spread for the
feet of innocence in this world, and 1t
is we'll to have a discreet eye and good
friends"
II am seventeen, sir replied Mary
"come next month, and though I have
Travelled backwards and forwards from
here to Ennoree, and once to Camden
which. you know. is a good deal OF
this world to see, never knew any
body that thought harm of me. But
l don't dispute there are men to be
afraid Of, and some that nobody
could like. And yet 1 think a good
man can be told by his face
Are you sure of that?"
Yes. Ny father is good man, and