Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1906-04-06

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late. Bear up, dear sister; for, afte
ALL what is It? Why we have beel
beaten, and we must fight 1t owe
again, that's all. And as to the major
your partiality magnifies his dangers
Hasn't he an arm?-yes; and hasn't N
a leg?-which, in war, hold to be jus
as useful sometimes"
There is a dreadful uncertainty
brother" replied Mildred. 81 dream o
the worst"
| "A fig for your dreams, sister Mil
dred! They have been all sorts o.
ways, and that you know. Now, hav'
a waking dream, and that Is that be-
fore you are twenty-four hours oldel
you will hear Of Major Butler"
Would to heaven your dream may
prove true?" replied Mildred. But
Henry, you love me, and affection is al
errant cheat in its prophecies"
"Tush then, sister! don't talk of 1t
For when we know nothing, 1t does nc
good to get to fancying. These are
the times to act: and perhaps I'll sur
prise you yet"
Order arms" replied Henry evadlne
his sisters inquiry. and at the same
time assuming military erectness
and bringing his rifle to the ground
with the beauty of my drill, sister. II
even surprises myself. You shall see
me march," And here he sportively
shouldered his rifle and stepped with
measured pace across the green, and
then back again; whilst the saucy En-
dymion, presuming on his privileges
with mimic gestures, followed immedi-
ately in Henry's rear, taking large
strides to keep his ground. When Hen
ry perceived the apish minion thus up
on his track he burst out into laugh.
You huge giant killer do you mock
me?" he exclaimed. Sister, I will
smother your body-guard in the crown
Of my cap, If. he isn't taught better
manners"
Henry, l cannot share your light
heart with you," said Mildred sorrow
fully, "mine is heavy"
And mine Is yours sister, light or
heavy: in sunshine or in storm, sum-
mer and winter, dear Mildred, 1t Is al
ways yours. 1t was a trick of mine to
amuse you. And If l do not seem to
feel sister, as you do, 1t Is because
mean to act. We men have no time
for low spirits"
Stephen Foster Is here at the door
with our horses, brother. Boy, give me
the whip-now, away. The gay feath-
Crs of this bird" said Mildred, as the
little black retired do not become a
follower of mine"
The new aspect of affairs, since the
defeat of Camden, had pressed griev-
ously upon Mildred's spirits. The coun-
try was full of disheartening rumors,
and every day added particulars that
were of a nature to increase the dis
tress. The bloody fate Of the brave
De Kalb, and the soldiers that fell by
his side; the triumph with which Corn"
wallis had begun his preparations for
further conquests; the restitution and
disarray of the American army,
now flying before its enemy; the tales
of unSparing Sequestration with which,
in Carolina, the lands of those who still
bore arms in the cause Of ildepend-
ence, were visited: the military, execu-
tions of prisoners charged with the
violation of a constructive allegiance
in the conquered districts; the harsh
measures which were adopted to break
the heart of the rebellion, that still
fingered behind the march Of the vic
torious army: and above all, the boast
full confidence with which CORVALLIS,
by his proclamatons, sought to open
the way for his invasion of North Car
olina and Virginia, by attempting to
rally the liege subjects of the king un-
der his standard; all these events
came on the wings of rumOr and had
lighted up a flame through the whole
country. To Mildred, they all imported
an iii omen as regarded the fate or Ar
thur Butler. Now and then, a strag-
Cling soldier of Gates broken force ar
rived at the Dove Cote, where he was
received with an eager hospitality, and
closely questioned as to the events in
which he had participated. But of
Butter, not even the remoteSt tidings
were obtained. For the present, the
uncertainty of his fortune filled Mil
dreds thoughts with the most anxious
and unhappy misgivings; and this
frame of mind over mastered all other
feelings The late visit of Tyrrel to
the Dove Cote, and the abrupt depart
urc of her father with this individual
OIL an unavowed expedition, were not
calculated to allay her fears; and she
felt herself pressed on all sides with
the presages of coming misfortune. In
these difficulties she did not lose hel
fortitude; but, like a mariner benight-
ed i'm dangerous strait, she counted
over the anxious moments of her Voy-
age, expecting, at each succeeding In
stant, to hear the dreadful strandine
of her bark upon the unseen rock
though bravely prepared for the worst