Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-09-17
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FROM The ROMANTIC AMERICAN DRAMA.
THE MOBILIZATION BY A. D. HALL.
CHAPTER II.
> Loveless Marriage.

the horse and it's rider.
The latter was a dark-faced hand
some fellow, dressed carelessly in a
sort of fatigue uniform. He was
neither old nor yet very young, per-
haps thirty-five years Of age, some
what heavily built, yet we'll proper
toned and muscular. His complex
ion was tanned by long exposure to
the sun and wind. His dark-brown
hair was clipped short, and long,
sweeping mustache Of somewhat light
er hue shaded his well-cut lips. His
eyes were deep set and fringed with
heavy lashes Altogether his person
ality was most agreeable to look up
on, but there was something about
him even better than this. No one
could look at his face without being
impressed with its expression or
strength, honesty and resolution. And
indeed. Dan Horton was one of the
most trusted scouts in all the service
of Uncle Sam.
"Hullo, lieutenant" he exclaimed
again, with a broad smile, which re-
vealed two rows of faultless white
teeth. Whats the matter?"
Busted my ear drum" replied
Charlie, ruefully, still rubbing the in
jured member.
Horton laughed again. He had
lust seen the end Of the little comedy
which had been enacted upon the pi-
azza.
"How?" he asked, bending forward
and stroking the stallion's silky neck
which was responded to by a low
whinny of delight, showing the deep
sympathy and affection which existed
between the horse and his master.
Ran against a box" answered
Charlie, who, we regret to say, was
somewhat given to punning, a fault,
however, which, considering his youth
may be overlooked. Then, running
down the steps, he asked eagerly:
when did you get here? Did you
see anything Of the coach?"
"Oh, yes. Overlook 1t just before
ii reached DEVILS Canon"
Did the colonel meet IL
Yes, and just in time, too. Where's
Sherwood?"
Don't know" shortly answered
Charlie, who was anxious to hear
what had occurred, as the first part
of Horizons speech showed plainly
that something out of the common
run had happened.
There's a lady passenger in the
coach. The colonel wants him to put
her up"
Isn't the coach going on tonight?"
asked the young lieutenant, devoured
with impatience and curiosity. But
he knew Horton Of old, and was quite
we'll aware that. there was no use In
attempting to force any news from
him until he was quite ready to i'm
part 1t.
mo. The lead horses were shot
down."
This statement in itself told quite
story. And Charlie Sherwood, with
all the impatience of the young SOL
dIer to witness bloodshed, brought
his hand down upon his thigh with an
exclamation Of disgusted disappoint-
ment.
II knew it," he cried. And I
wasn't in It,"
Horton smiled, but it was a smile
full of sympathy. He remembered
how he himself had felt when he was
not much older than this young man
and first Joined the army.
You'll have a chance before we
get through with them," he said, en-
couragingly. sheridan knew what
he was about when he ordered Crook
and Gibbon to the front. Lend me
your gun, will you?" with a sudden
change OF tone.
Charlie, fuming with impatience
though he was drew his revolver
from his belt and handed 1t up to
Horton, who gave the young man his
own in exchange, remarking that the
blamed thing had missed fire that af-
ternoon.
Needs cleaning, I reckon" replied
Charlie, indifferenty, his thoughts on
something quite different. You're
not going back tonight. are you?"
Yes, a wheel went to pieces on
the coach, and l came for the ambu-
lance" Then, taking pity on the
young man. whose face showed his
anxiety to know just what had oc-
Cured, he added: 1T wasn't much or
fight. lieutenant. Only a brush.
The colonel and his men came up just
as the lead horses fell. A few compli-
ments were exchanged, and then the
reds scampered. BY the way" an
expression. half regret, half disgust
crossing his handsome fact. 80 did
Jordan"
Jordan was a young man who had
joined as a recruit the forces at Fort
Terry only a few days before. and in
whom Horton, for some inscrutable
reason he could not explain to him
self, had taken a peculiar interest.
Ran away" asked young Sher-
wood. breathlessly.
Yes" replied Horton. with sigh.
horse and lit out as if the devil were
after him."
The Internal scoundrel!" cried
Charlie. with honest Indignation.
Looks like it. doesn't it?'' said
Horton, slowly; and then he contin'
ued, musingly. speaking more 20 him.
self than to his companion: Got q
peculiar eye for a coward, though
Looks straight at you"
"Humph!" rejoined Charlie. with q
contemptuous sniff, and waving his
hand as If to brush away some noX'
ious odor. That's the last we'll see
of him."
"'Fraid so." partially assented Hor'
ton, and yet speaking in a thoughtfu
way. as if there were much behind
which he did not care to express
"Swiftwind will miss him. Seemed