Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1906-03-30
HORSE SHOE
ROBINSON
A Tale of the Revolutionary Struggle In
Upper Carolina.
By JOHN p. KENNEDY.

loyal and brave soldier. Aye. and
let me tell you-favorably as you may
deem of this false and traitorous rebel
his willy arts have been foiled. and
quick vengeance is now upon his path
his doom is fixed"
For heavens sake, father, dear
father tell me what this means. Have
you heard of Arthur" cried Mildred,
in the most impassioned accents of
distress, at the same time throwing
her head upon Lindsay's breast. "Oh,
God! have you heard aught of harm
to him."
Girl foolish, mad, self-willed girl"
exclaimed Lindsay, disengaging him.
self from his daughter, and rising from
his seat and angrily striding a few
PAGES upon the terrace. Dare you
show this contumacy to me! No, 1
did not mean that-have you the heart,
Mildred, to indulge these passionate
fervors for the man hate more than
wretch upon whose head l invoke
nightly curses! A loathsome, abhorred
image to my mind! Hear me, Mildred,
and hear me, though your heart break
while 1 utter 1t. May the felon's death
whelm him and his name in eternal
disgrace-may his present captivity
be beset with all the horrors of friend
illness, unpitied-"
His captivity. father! And has he
then fallen into the hands of the enc
my? Quick! tell me ALL shall die,
my life is wrapped up in his!" ejacu-
lated Mildred. In agony, as she sprang
towards her father and seized his arm,
and then sank at his feet.
For Gods sake. my child" said
Lindsay, becoming alarmed at the vio-
lence of the paroxysm he had excited,
ground. "Mildred!-speak, girl! This
emotion will drive me mad. Oh, fate,
fate!-how unerringly dost thou fulfil
the sad predictions of my spirit! How
household! Mildred, dear daughter,
pardon my rash speech. 1 would not
harm thee, child-no, not for worlds!"
Father, you have cruelty tortured my
SOUL" said Mildred. reviving from the
half life!ess state into which she had
fallen, and which for some moments
had denied her speech. Tell me all;
on my knees. father, implore you"
1t was hasty word, daughter"
replied Lindsay, i'll concealing the per-
turbation of his feelings; Il meant
not what l said"
Nay. dear father" said Mildred, 81
am prepared to hear the worst; you
spoke of Arthur's captivity"
1T was only rumor," replied Lind
say struck with apprehension at his
daughters earnestness, and now seek
ing to allay the feeling his hint had
aroused i'm her mind; lit may be exag-
gerated by Tyrrel. whose letter hastily
written, mentions the fact, that Butler
had been made a prisoner by some
bands of Tories, amongst whom he
had raShly ventured. The clemency of
his king may yet win him back to his
allegiance. A salutary confinement, at
least. will deprive him of the power
of mischief. His lands will be cOnfis-
catcd-and the close of the war. now
fast approaching. will find him house
less adventurer baffied in his treason,
and unpitied by all good men. This
should persuade you, Mildred, to re-
nounce your unnatural attachment, and
to think no more of one whose cause
heaven has never sanctioned, and
whose condition in life should forbid
all pretension to your regard-one
above all. repulsive even to loathing to
the thoughts of your father"
Il loved him, father, in his happiest
and brightest day" said Mildred, firm
ly: Il cannot desert him in his ad-
vcrsity. Oh, speak to me no more! Let
me go to my chamber: l am i'll and
cannot bear this torrent of your dis
pleasure"
Il will not detain you Mildred. In
sorrow and suffering, but still with a
fathers affection as warmly shining
on you as when i'm earliest infancy,
| fondled thee upon my knee, l part
with thee now. One kiss, girl. There,
let that make peace between US. For
your sake and my own, l pledge my
word never to distress you with this
subject again. Destiny must have its
way. and | must bide the inevitable
DOOM"
With a heavy heart and an exhausted
frame. Mildred slowly and tearfully
withdrew
Lindsay remained some time fixed
upol the spot where his daughter had
left him. H. was like a man stupeficd
and aStounded by a blow. His con-
ference had ended I'm a manner that he
had not prepared himself to expect
The imputed treachery of Butler de-
rived from Tyrrers letter, had not
struck alarm into the heart Of Mildred
as he had supposed it could not fail
to do. The wicked fabrication had only
recoiled upon the inventor; and Mil
drCd, with the reSolute, confident. and
unfaltering attachment of her nature
clung with nobler devotion to her
lover To Lindsay, i'm whose mind no
diStrust of the honesty of Tyrrel could
find shelter: whose prejudices and pc
culiar temperament came i'm aid of the
gross and diSgraceful imputation which
| the letters inferred, the constancy and
generous f,rvOr of his daughter to-
wards the cause of Butler seemed to be
a mad and fatal infatuation.
Ever since his first interview with
Mildred on the subject of her attach
mcnt. his mind had been morbidly en-
crossed with the reflections to which
| it had given rise. There was such
! Il SteadineSS of purpose apparent in
her behavior. such AN Interchangeable
resolve avowed. as seemed to him, i'm
| the circumstances IF her condition, to
! defy and stand apS rt from the ordinary
and natural imlrGScs by which human
conduct is regulated. He grew daily
more abstracted and moody in his con-