Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1906-04-24
cause of the Just shall prevail against

the unjust"
There were no soldiers" inquired
Mary, addressing David Ramsay, that
you have heard of, who followed to-
wards Fair Forest? I should be sorry
IL John was to be troubled with per-
sons going after him; because,"-the
maiden hesitated an instant.-"because
it's unpleasant and disagreeable to be
obliged to be riding Off the road'
through bushes and briers, to keep out
of the way"
IF they were not greatly an over
match, girl" interrupted Ramsay
John wouldn't give himself much
trouble upon that account"
"Oh, Mr. Ramsay" said Mary earn =
estly, 81 was thinking Of that. It's hard
to say what John would call an over
match; men are so headstrong ana
venturesome."
That's Gods own truth, Mary" in
terposed Mrs. Ramsay; land what l
have alW .vs been telling David and
John both. But they never heed me,
no more than II was talking to the
child in that cradle
i've told John as much myself" said
Mary, blushing.
"And he would not heed you either"
interrupted her father. "A soldier
would have a holiday life Of 1t, II he
followed the advice Of his mother or
his sweetheart. Daughter, amongst
friends here, you needn't blush; we
know more of the secrets betwixt you
and the trooper lad than you count up
on. Johns a clever boy, Mistress Ram
say, and I think you have reason to
brag Of him somewhat; and as there's
particular goodwill between him and
my Mary, I'll not stand In the way
when the war Is over, II God spares us
all, and Mary and the lad keep in the
same mind: I'll not stand In the way
of a new settlement in the neighbor-
hood. Mary is good daughter. well
nurtured, and-I don't care to say 1t to
her face-will make a thriving wife"
The mother smiled as she replied, Il
don't pretend to know the young peo-
ple's secrets, but know this, you don't
think better of Mary than John does
nor than me neither, perhaps"
The conversation was interrupted by
a knocking at the door, and, In mo-
ment afterward, Arthur Butler and the
woodman entered the apartment.
major Butler as am living wo-
man." exclaimed Mrs. Ramsay.
Our good friend himself" ejaculat-
ed Musgrove, with surprise. What
has turned you back? And Gabriel
Drummond here too! What has lap
pened?"
Where is my son John?" demanded
Ramsay. Are you followed?"
Butler walked up to Mrs. Ramsay,
and, as a tear started to his eye, took
her by the hand. and stood for a mo-
ment unable to speak.
"Oh, heaven have mercy on mel"
screamed Mary Musgrove, as she threw
herself upon bed, something dread
full has happened"
For Gods sake, speak what you
have to tell" said David Ramsay, IN
stantly turning pale. -, S..-.-...--.-.s-,- =
John Ramsay is hurt" family artic-
ulated the mother, and Mary. rising
from the bed, stood beside Butler with
a countenance on which was seated the
most agonizing attention. Andy, the
hero of the exploit we have heretofore
related also pressed into the presence
Of the same group. and a deathlike 81
lence pervaded the whole party
Butler with an Intellectual effort to
recover himself, turned to Drummond,
making a sign to him to tell the object
of their melancholy errand. and then
flung himself into a chair.
John Ramsay is dead" said the
woodman. in a mournful tone. Your
son, Mistress Ramsay. was shot In
fray with the bloody. villanous Tories.
The heartiest curses upon them!"
KILLED, dear madam" said Butler.
scarce able to articulate, "killed In my
defence. Would to God the blow had
fallen upon my own head!"
"Oh no, no, no." exclaimed the ma
tron, as a flood Of tears rolled down
her cheeks, and she endeavored to wipe
them away with her apron. at isn't
true. 1t isn't true. 1t can't be true.
My poor, dear, brave boy!"
At the same instant Mary Musgrove
fell inSenSible into the arms of her
father. where 1t was some moments be-
fore she gave signs Of animation. At
length, being laid upon the bed, deep
groan escaped her, which was followed
by the most piteous wailing.
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