Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1906-02-09

reached a broader and more beaten
highway, along which they rode scarce
mile before they arrived at the
Fork.
IT have seen you safe as far as
promised" said the woodman, land
you must now shift for yourselves.
You take the right hand road; about
ten miles further you will come to an
other prong, there strike to the left
and II you have luck you will get to
the ford before sundown. Three miles
further is Christie's. Good bye tye!
And Horse Shoe, If you should come
across another. wolf stuck in a tree,
skin her. dye hear? Ha, ha, ha.
Good bye!"
Ride on!" said Butler to the SER
geant, who was about making some
reply to Adair; ride on! Don't heed
or answer that fellow, but take the
road he directs. He Is a beast and
scoundrel. Faster, good sergeant,
faster!"
AS he spoke he set his horse to a
gallop. Robinson followed at equal
speed, the woodman standing still un-
til the travellers disappeared from his
view behind the thick foliage that
overhung their path. Having seen
them thus secure in his toll, the
treacherous guide turned upon his
heel, shouldered his rifle, and limped
back to his dwelling.
IT have a strange misgiving Of that
ruffian, sergeant" said Butler, after
they had proceeded about a quarter
Of a mile. my mind Is perplexed
with some unpleasant doubts. What
is your opinion Of him?"
He plays on both Sides" replied
Horse Shoe, land knows .hore Of you
than by rights he ought. He spoke
consuming of you, this morning, as
Major Butler. 1t came out Of his
mouth onawares."
"Ha! Is my name on any part Of
my baggage or dress?"
mot that I know Of" replied the
sergeant; "and IL 1t was, Wat can't
read"
Were you interrupted in your sleep
last night, Galbraith? Did you hear
noises in our room?'
Nothing, major, louder nor the
gnawing of mouse at the foot of the
plank partition. Did you see spirit
that you look so solemn"
"I did, sergeant" said Butler. with
great earnestness Of manner. II had
dream that had something more
than natural in It,"
You amaze me. major! If you saw
anything, why didn't you awake me ?"
1T hadn't time before 1t was gone.
and then it was too late. I dreamed.
Galbraith, that somehow-for my
dream didn't explain how she came
in-Mary Musgrove, the young girl we
saw"
"Ha! ha! ha! major, that young
girls oversot you! Was that the
sperit?"
peace. Galbraith, I am in earnest;
listen to me. I dreamed Mary Mus
grove came into our room and warned
us that our lives were in danger; how,
I forgot, or perhaps she did not tell,
but she spoke Of our being waylafd.
and I think, she advised that at this
very fork Of the road we have just
passed, we should take the left hand
the right, according to my dream.
she said led to some spring"
Perhaps, the Dogwood, major"
said Robinson, laughing; there Is
such a place, somewhere In these
parts"
1.-THE Dogwood! by my life," ex-
claimed Butler; "she called 1t the
Dogwood spring"
That's very strange" said ROD
inson gravely: that's very strange,
unless you have hearn some one talk
about the spring before you went to
bed last night. For, as sure as you
are a gentleman, there Is such
spring not far off. although 1 don't
know exactly where"
And what perplexes me-" contin-
most in the very words Of my dream,
Mary Musgrove cautioned me, In
whisper, to take the left road at the
fork. How Is she connected with my
dream? Oh, could it have been a
reality and was it the girl herself who
spoke? 1 have no recollection Of such
q word from her before I retired to
bed"
II have hearn Of these sort OF
things before, major, and never could
make them out. For my share, be-
lieve in dreams. There Is something
wrong here" continued the sergeant,
after pondering over the matter for
few moments, and shaking his head,
there is something wrong here, Ma
jor Butler. as sure as you are born.
I wasn't idle in making my own OBJ
servations: first, I didn't like the
crossness of Watts wife last night;
then, the granny there, she raVed
| more like an old witch, with some
thing wicked in her that wouldn't let
her De StllI, lndIl llhS yum uSSShs N-N
bodies when they get childish. What
did she mean by her palaver about
golden guineas in Watts pocket, and
the English officer? Such notions
don't come naturally into the head
without something to go upon. And
moreover, when I turned out this
morning, before it was cleverly day.
who do you think I saw"
Indeed 1 cannot guess"
First, Wat walking up the road
with a face like a man that had sot a
house on fire; and when stopped him
to ak what he was after, down comes
Mike Lynch-that peevish bulldog
from the woods on a little knot Of a
pony, pretty nigh at full speed, and
covered with lather; and there was q
sort of colloguing together. and then a
story made up about Mikes being al
Billy Watson's, the blacksmith's. II
didn't tell well. major, and 1t sot me
to suspicious The gray Of the morn
ing is not the time for blacksmith
work: there's the fire to make up, and