Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-11-08
nut not at the threshold of her fathers

but not at the threshold of her fathers
cabin.
Half mile further down the slope
and inclining toward the westward
flowing stream. were signs of once
much travelled trail, the path over
which passed the pack horses and the
rude carts of the pioneers, pressing
| from the eastward of the mountains
into the far basin of the Cumberland
But it had been well nigh three-quar'
ters of a century since that trail haC
echoed to the rumble of wheel, anC
rarely since had horseman reined his
beast into the neglected way.
J With the opening of highways oVel
more practicable routes and the COM
ing of railroads, the tide of life thai
once heat it's way over these wild un-
dulatons fell away, and it is now only
bv discovered bits of wheel worn shell
and an uncertain tradition that the
story of the pioneer trail may be es-
tablished at all. But it was well known
to both the Lambert and the Bardwell
clans that if a posse of revenue officers
came into the region, they must OF nee
essity follow this ancient trail. 1t was
the one path into their mountains save
those known only to themselves.
Prince Bardwell had scarcely disap-
peared when Tenny Lambert. slipping
into the cabin, covered her head with
an old faded shawl and slipping out
again. dashed away through the deep
ening darkness with the swiftness OF
deer. nor did she halt in her flight
until she had reached the old pioneer
trail where it led from the rivers level
up through a narrow defile. Here she
took her station deeply hidden in the
laurers cade. If the revenues came
they must needs pass from the valley
to the mountains through this gate.
She prepared to set her wits against
those of the miniOns of the law. I'm
til Prince Bardwell returned from his
love prompted mission, the way OF his
retreat must be covered. If the sell
devotion of a mountain girl could ac-
complsh that result, it would be ac-
complshed.
The night was moonless and chill.
Above, the stars cast clear gray light,
but the thick trees made a dark
ness below that was nearly impenetra-
bic. Slowly passed the long unevent-
full hours, until the girl from her prac-
ticed sense of reckoning time without
watch or clock, knew it must be near
the hour of midnight. Then she began
to cheer herself with the thought that
Prince Bardwell had by this time
reached the camp and would likely
soon be on his return. But there
would he as great danger to him while
returning along that lonely and sas~
pected road as there would be at old
Persons Camp. Anybody apprehend-
ed in that quarter would be arrested on
suspicion, and the suspicion would be-
come proof in the end. So she resolV-
ed to remain at her post until daylight
had removed the last vestige of danger
to her lover. Had it been light enough
when she first came upon the trail, she
might have seen hoof prints in the
pebbly clay made by the horses of four
revenue officers who passed that way
at the very moment Prince Bardwell
was holding her hand at the door of
her fathers cabin. But 1t now began
to he day, and the girl believing there
was no cause for prolonging her vigil.
and determined to keep her tryst with
Prince, turned and fled as swiftly as
before toward the cabin in the cove.
Her flight led her for a considerable
distance along the trail. Just as she
was leaving it to strike across the
scarp toward the cabin, she heard the
sound of hoofs coming from the direc-
tion of the mountains. AT the sound
she stopped, and secreting herself in
the shade of convenient laurel,
awaited the approach Of the horsemen,
for the hoof beats assured her that
there was at least a small company on
the march. She had not long to wait.
Almost instantly four horsemen, riding
single file, came into view. Even in
the imperfect light the girl read them
off as revenue detectives. They were
going in a sharp canter and were evil
IDENTIFY not fully at ease, fearing the
possibility of an ambuScade. AS the
hindmost horseman passed abreast of
her, Tenny Lambert saw sight which
filled her with horror and sudden grief.
Behind his saddle, with hands pinioned,
and feet securely strapped to the sad
die feathers of his captor, was Prince
Bardwell The whole truth flashed up
on her at once. Prince had gone to old
Persons Camp, from which the oc-
cupants and hangers on had fled at the
appearance of the officers, only To be
nabbed by them himself and borne
away to suffer imprisonment, the innO-
cent for the guilty
Wildly she flung herself in the path,
crying i'm the eloQuence of despair:
Come back! Stop! Prince amt no
moonshiner. Come back! Come back,
hut the loud and mocking echoes of the
mountain only answered: Come back!
Come back"
(To be Continued)
The Werewolves.
John of Nuremberg relates how a
man. lost at night in a strange coun-
frn, hirerted his stems toward a fire