Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-02-12
CHAPTER XIV.
Her words are so much music, caught
from heaven
When clouds are parting, and the rosy


from heaven
When clouds are parting, and the rosy
eve
Come to her sway"
The hour was late when the Half
Breed reached the village. The sem
tries were all set. and Proctor had re-
tired for the night; but. aware Of the
value OF his intelligence, the fugitive
did not scruple to disturb him. He
told his story at full, and had the sat-
isfaction to find that he told 1t to a
willing ear. Proctor at once proceeded
to arm a party, and heading it himself,
prepared to surprise the rebel parti-
san in the quiet dwelling to which
Google had seen him pursuing his way.
The British major was the more will
ing to move in this business now, than
he otherwise might have been, as he
had been troubled with some doubts
whether the suspicious attitude OF
Colonel Walton had not already called
for his attention. He was glad Of an
opportunity, therefore, of proving his
alacrty in the cause, and making
amends for what might be construed
into previous neglect. Something OF
his stimulus to present action, may
also, not unjustly, be ascribed to the
Jealous instincts which coupled Rob-
ert Singleton with his fair cousin.
We leave him. with little troop OF
half a score, getting into saddle, and
about to move in the direction Of The
Oaks" Google remained behind, at
the suggestion Of Proctor, who needed
not his assistance farther, and saw
that his fatigued condition craved for
immediate rest.
Let us now return to Singleton and
his attendant. Having reached the
neighborhood of THE Oaks" they took
the back track leading to the river,
which carried them Immediately into
the rear of the dwelling house. There,
dismounting and carefully concealing
their horses in the brush. Singleton
placed his pistols in his belt, and leav-
ing the boy in charge Of the animals,
with instructions to watch closely
proceeded to the mansion.
Proud of the trust, Lance Frampton
promised his commander to watch well
and approve himself a worthy senti-
mel. In a few moments the partisan
was once more treading the well
known path covered with those grave
guardians Of a century, the spreading
and moss-bearded oaks, and on his way
to the presence of those we'll beloved
beyond all. and dearer to him than
the life blood at his heart. Many min
utes had not elapsed before he was al
the side of the frail and attenuated
form of her. the sister and the play
mate of his boyhood; feeble to pros
tration. sustained by pillows, and
scarcely able to turn upon him those
lovely eyes. still bright, and brighten
ing to the last, as If the reluctant sou
had concentrated within all its heav-
onward fires: and thence, though cling
ing still to mortality, was already
evolving some Of that divine light
which it was so soon to be mingled
with for ever.
Dear. dear Emily" he exclaimed;
my sister. my sweet sister!"-and his
| lips were pressed to her forehead;
and. though he strove hard for the
suppression. the tears gathered in his
large sad eyes. Hers were the only
unclouded ones in the chamber Or
one side sat Kate Walton, while his
aunt moved around the couch Of the
sufferer heedful of all her wants They
too were in tears, and had evidently
before. this. been weeping. 1t was 6
scene for tears: in which smiles hat
been irreverent. and joy and unbecom
ing and most impious intruder.
Yet though the dying girl wept no
herself. and though her eye had in Il
that glorious effulgence which is 81
peculiarly the attribute of the victim tc
the deadly form Of disease under which
she labored. yet the brightness Of hel
glance was no rebuke to the fearful