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of the candle within had shown hiin with arm uplifted, The troopers seemed to devour the way behind her: but motionless, still pointing the weapon at the breast they dashed nearer; some of them halloed to her to If his enery!
get out of the narrow road, or the horses would be The would-be assassin had felt his arm seized with an upon her! The leading horse, galloping briskly, was on gripe, and held fast in its first position. The pistol alongside of her the next moment. was wrenched from his hand; he was pushed violently Obeying a quick impulse, the heroic girl snatched at backward and fell on the ground. But he had strength the bridle of the foremost horse, pulled off, and by left to gaiu his feet in an instant, and finding himself jerking his head violently on one side as she did so, alone, he lost no time in vaulting upon his horse and turned him out of the path into the woods. Then she tearing away-leaving his pistol in the hands of his sped on like a terrified fawn. Another rider, in adfoe.
vance of his companions, dashed along close to her; The Rifleman laughed heartily as he threw it on the she seized his horse's bridle, and pulled it off as she table. His presence of mind, and enormous strength of had done the first. Her brother saw this; and as she arm, saved his life; and neither he nor his brother were Aung out her arms towards him in token that he must ever, after that, molested by vagrant scouts. They were fly—for she had no breath to shout-he snatched up feared, in fact, more than a whole army of men; for the his gun, leaped from the stone door-step of the mill, belief in their magic became almost universal. They rushed into the river, and gaining a shoal, pursued it till enjoyed also the reputation they had earned more fairly, he reached what is now called Pope's Island. This was of hospitality, and charity to the needy; and many suf- then covered with the dense woods that shrouded all ferers of the Revolution had cause to remember the the river lands; and thick wreaths of the pendent kindness of the Mysterious Brothers.
moss, hanging from the trees like a trailing, funereal drapery, veiled the daylight from the impenetrable thickets.
As he sprang on dry land, Parkins turned to throw THE PARKINS FAMILY.
one glance at his baffled pursuers; then parting the
curtain of moss, he disappeared in the recesses of the THE Parkins Family was of note in the District of forest. The party in chase knew nothing of the shoal, Newberry, South Carolina. They came from Winches- nor how to get across to the island except by boats, and ter. One of them, Capt. Daniel Parkins, is well re- had they been able to reach it, they could not have membered. His sister was the wife of Hugh O'Neill, threaded the wild labyrinth of woods; so, after a few who settled on Little River, in Laurens District. It is moments' consultation, they turned back, two of them a tradition in the family that on the death of a brother-dismounting to recover the bridles Miss Parkins had in-law, while they were debating where he should be thrown down, as she hastened back to the house, rejoicburied, a meteor, like a ball of fire, passing over the ing in her brother's safety. house, was seen to fall on a particular spot. This was Daniel Parkins was afterwards married to Jane Cararegarded as a supernatural intimation where the dead dine, who lived with her father, Abraham Caradine, should rest, and was the commencement of the grave- farther down the Saluda. The simple wedding-cheer yard now called Parkins.
was interrupted by one of those incidents which ocCapt. Parkins, being educated in the principles of the curred in the experience of many families. The inFriends' or Quaker Society, took no active part on
mates of the house had retired to rest, but were awakeither side in the Revolutionary War, though he was ened by the ominous sound of trampling feet, and a supposed to favor the loyalists. He owned a mill on suppressed murmur of voices. Closer the noise came, Saluda River, and employed his time in attending it, and the whispering outside betrayed the presence of furnishing meal for the country around.
enemies. One day, one of his sisters, standing at the door of Through the chinks of the logs, armed men might their dwelling-house, which was two or three hundred plainly be perceived; and Parkins recognized some of yards from the mill, saw a party of mounted men whom them; they were probably the same who had endeashe knew to be whigs from Indian Creek, approaching. voured to surprise him at the mill. He roused his She knew their object must be to capture or slay her father-in-law; and both sprang from their beds, snatchbrother, who was obnoxious to them, and started to run ed their muskets, and threw into the barrels handfuls to the mill and inform him of his danger.
of powder and shot, priming in the same hurried manThe enemy saw her, and guessing her purpose, put ner. Listening on every side, they found that the house their horses to full speed, to reach the mill before her. was surrounded. The terror and despair of the young Fearfully glancing behind her, she saw how rapidly bride, thus roused at midnight to witness a mortal they were coming up, and shouted as loudly as she struggle, in which those she loved the best were certain could, the warning to her brother, of whom she caught to fall—may be imagined, but not described. a glimpse at the entrance of the mill. Again her cries There was but one possible way for escape, and that rang through the air; but he stirred not from his list- was a desperate one! Caradine whispered his son-inless attitude; it was evident the noise of the machinery law, and going to the door, which the bride's trembling prevented the sound from reaching him. What was to hands were endeavoring to fasten more securely—he be done?
put her aside, threw the door wide open, and instantly
fired upon a man who sat upon the fence just before it, , his team, threw off his coat, plunged in and swam to The man sprang to his feet, then staggered and fell their assistance. He succeeded in cutting loose the heavily to the ground, his head striking the door-step. head horse, but in trying to liberate another, struggling Caradine and Parkins, taking advantage of the confu- with the desperate animal, the knife was knocked out sion and darkness, leaped over his prostrate body, and of his hand. Leaving his hopeless task, Parkins threw flourishing their guns, dashed boldly through the ene- himself on the back of the loosed mare, swam her to my's midst. They ran in different directions, each land, and galloped to the nearest house. Then he proknowing his life depended on his speed.
cured another knife, rode back to the river, swam the Parkins gained the cover of the wood, and made mare again to the wagon, which the current was sweepgood his escape. Caradine was an elderly man, and ing rapidly downward, cut loose the other horses, and ran heavily. He was swiftly pursued, and as he passed saved them all, with the driver; rescuing Jay also, through the rows of his corn-field, a shot from an un- from his perilous position. seen foe arrested his flight. He stopped, pressed his hand to his side, and sank to the ground with a deep At the same instant his pursuers overtook him.
ADVENTURES OF THE GLENN FAMILY. They stopped, and gazed at each other, for they saw that their captive was dying.
David Glenn and his young wife came from Ireland Caradine half-raised himself from the ground, and to the American Colonies about 1773, with the last of turned so as to face his enemies. “Tell me-one the emigrants who left the Green Isle before the outthing,” he said, quietly. “Is the rascal I shot at, dend ?" break of the Revolution. Landing in Savannah, Geor“He is dead!" answered one of the party.
gia, they proceeded to South Carolina, and settled on “Then I am satisfied,” said the wounded man, and the Enoree, in Newberry District. The dispute between sinking back on the ground—with a gasp or two-he the Colonies and the mother country was then waxing breathed his last.
more fierce every day; and almost every one espoused The hostile party left the ground. For the rest of one side or the other. Glenn cast in his lot with the the night the silence was undisturbed, except by low patriots. He thought, like the rest of the Irish Pressobs of anguish from the bereaved woman, whose byterians, " it was better to endure some evils than enfather lay slaughtered before her, while she had too counter the horrors of a Revolutionary War;" yet he much reason for believing her husband had shared the acknowledged that it was still better “ to endure all the same fate.
protracted miseries of the struggle, than fail to enjoy Although a suspected loyalist, Parkins enjoyed the liberty of conscience, of person and property." friendship of a gallant old soldier of liberty_Colonel When the United States declared themselves free, Philemon Waters—his near neighbor. After the Revo- sovereign and independent, Glenn vowed himself withlution, he held many offices of public trust, and by out reserve to the cause, ready to water with his blood mercantile business realized a large fortune. In 1802, the forests of his adopted country. he, and his wife, and two sons, died of the great epi- Until the fall of Charleston—in May, 1780—the upper demic of that year, called “the cold plague,” all within part of South Carolina scarcely felt the footsteps of five days. His fine estate was sold by his grandson.
It is true that she had seen Richardson's gallant An incident related of one of his descendants dis- army in December, 1775, repairing to their “snow plays an unusual degree of courage and presence of campaign ;" she had heard the thunder of Moultrie's mind. During the war, and for many years after, it guns of deliverance from the first Palmetto fort, batterwas the custom, in going to Ninety-six, from O'Neill's ing the wooden walls of England's dominion; had mills, to cross Saluda River at Parkins' Ford; and plank wept over some of her sons slaughtered at Stone, and from the pine-woods was hauled that way. A wagon at Savannah in October 1779; yet, as a general thing, and team belonging to Mrs. O'Neill, and driven by her quiet reigned in the country above tide water. That son, a lad of seventeen, was engaged in this business, horrible, desolating war, which armed fathers against with another belonging to a neighbor—Mr. Jay. In sons, sons against fathers, brother against brother, and one of their trips, they found the Saluda swollen, but neighbor against neighbor, commenced after the surconcluded to ford it. Mrs. O'Neill's team attempted render of Charleston. For nearly three years it swept the passage first. When the wagon reached the deep with unmitigated fury, over the region above the falls water, it floated, with its load of plank, and horses, of the Great Rivers. Ninety-six District—which then wagon, and driver were swept down the stream. The covered the tract of country lying above a line drawn lad made every effort to extricate his horses by cutting from Silver Bluff on the Savannah River, by the mouth them loose; but failed, not cutting the hame-strings, of Rocky Creek on the Saluda, to Hughey's Ferry on and losing his knife. Jay plunged into the water to Broad River—at the close of the war, numbered, acswim to the rescue; but was seized with the cramp, cording to Ramsay, "fourteen hundred widows and and was obliged to climb upon a rock to save himself orphans.” from drowning.
Glenn did duty as a private mounted soldier till DeThe noise of this struggle, and Jay's cry for help, cember 1780, and, tradition says, was one of the militia reached young Parkins' ears; he ran to the river, and men who, rallied around him by “the Game-cock of seeing the dangerous condition of the boy-driver and the Revolution," after the disastrous defeats at Camden
and Fishing Creek-cheered their country even in her hold, darted through the crowd, sprang out of the door, mourning weeds—with the hope of deliverance. After- and, although the moon was shining so brightly as to wards, as Lieutenant-Colonel, he commanded the lower show his flying figure, he made his escape through the regiment in the Fork, between Broad and Saluda Rivers peach orchard. -till June, 1782. He used to lament an incident which The marauders ran after him, shouting, and fired occurred at the battle of Eutaw. When the British several times; but without effect. While Gienn was in lines gave way, and they fled before the vigorous charge full career, he passed a corner of the fence, where one of the American troops, in the pursuit Glenn overtook of the party was lurking. As the cry “Shoot the fel a soldier, and ordered him to the rear as a prisoner. low! Shoot him !” rang from the house, the man The man, frantic with terror, seized his horse by the snatched his gun which was lying on the ground, aimed bridle, and pleaded for his life. He was assured of at the colonel, and pulled the trigger; it snapped; and safety, as a prisoner: but still clung to the reins in an before he could raise the weapon for a second effort, the agony of supplication; and though sternly ordered to fugitive had leaped the fence, and was in the shelter let go, still held on. At this juncture, two of the of the deep forest. While he, undressed as he was, hid British dragoons were seen approaching. Glenn saw himself from the outlaws, his wretched wife managed that he or the prisoner must be sacrificed; the latter fell to escape their fury within the house, believing that her before his sword: and thus freed, he was able to save husband had fallen a victim. After the departure of himself.
the assailants, Glenn crept back to his house, and was It was always Glenn's boast, that he had never taken received with joy as one restored from the dead. "protection ;" and he exhibited unceasing hostility to At another time, two of the boldest and bloodiest of the marauders, horse-thieves and murderers with which this savage band—Dick and Ned Turner-with Bill the country was infested. These iron outlaws, there- Elmore, and others of their associates, made a descent fore, sought his life with fierce animosity.
upon the Whig settlement of the Long Lane. They capOn one occasion, Cunningham's "mounted loyalists,” tured two lads, Robert and James Dugan, bound them, as they were designated in the British service, making and taking them to their temporary camp about a milo & night attack upon Colonel Glenn, surrounded his distant, left them under guard. Returning then to house. They demanded that the door should be opened their bloody work, they assailed two other houses for them. Glenn heard the clamor outside, but knew in the settlement, and murdered the proprietors; inquirnot who was seeking an entrance. Obeying the first ing for William Wilson and Colonel Glenn; for they impulse, he sprang out of bed, and without dressing were bent on wreaking vengeance for the death of himself, threw open the door.
a relative. These last were on the expedition to Eutaw. Instantly he felt himself seized by two men, members Disappointed in the hope of securing these two victims, of that ruthless tory band, whose deeds of atrocity had the villains returned to the place where they had left obtained for them the name of “the Bloody Scout.” the two youthful prisoners, and hewed them in pieces. As they drew him into the house, they inquired tumul- On the following morning the mother of the lads went tuously for McClusky, who was his friend, and lodged forth in search of them, accompanied by one of her with him that night. Not yet knowing the party, or neighbors, and came upon the scene of the butchery. their purpose, Glenn informed them McClusky was One had his hand chopped off; the other his thumb and asleep in the upper part of his house. Some of the finger; and their heads were literally split open! The ruffians made haste to climb to the upper apartment, weeping mother and sympathizing friend gathered up forced an entrance, and stabbed the sleeping patriot. the mangled remains, wrapped them in sheets, and Roused by the murderous stroke, and seeing his enemies buried them without coffins! Horrible! is the exclain the dusky light, he begged them to spare his life; but mation of humanity. Yet such sad scenes must outrage they rushed upon him to complete their work. Thus humanity in civil war! beset, be shouted "Murder !" as loudly as possible. The family of Colonel Glenn, saved by his absence
Glenn heard the cry, and calling for the officer in from assault, always supposed that Cunningham himself command, he demanded protection for his friend. commanded this party; but others who were acquainted
“Hold your tongue !" cried the man who had hold with his movements, declared that he was not present of the colonel; “hold your tongue; it will be your on that bloody night. The Long Lane settlement conJurn next!”
sisted of only a few families, thorough Whigs, and thereIn a moment after, while one of his captors turned fore exposed to midnight assault by cowardly Tories, to speak to another, Glenn felt their grasp relax. By a who “never met them in broad day and a fair field, sudden and violent effort, he jerked himself out of their without repenting their temerity."
The above design was copied from a water-color | ter if all the colleges were to attempt it. But love is painting, and selected for illustration as a pleasant and not only an absorption of self, but an absorption of amusing trifle. Its story is clear enough. A couple of everything. There is no outside world to the lover. young, very young lovers, have had “ A Tiff;" but they His heart is the universe. His emotions embrace all are both already seemingly tired of the few moments that he knows of life or existence. The world is conestrangement. The girl pouts, but her restless fan densed into a sensation, or as we might put it in another reminds her lover that she is there to be reconciled. way, a throbbing, living, intense sensation expands and And the gay, careless, good-humored confidence of the reaches to the limits of creation. To a lover there are lad, playfully making advances with his glove, is excel- no other events or existences in the world, but those lent. Every body knows that a courtship without an summed up in his sphere, or, if dimly conscious of such occasional “ tiff,” isn't worth experiencing. Very few things beyond himself, they are only the back-ground people have pleasanter recollections than the little fights to the mighty drama of smiles, kisses, frowns, and and quarrels which enlivens that delicious period of favors which he enacts. A surface no larger than a love-making, and the above incident will recall many a wafer, if close to the eye, will shut out the world ; 8 similar one in the history of most of our readers—all lover's kiss will accomplish the same result in a way no that portion, at least, who have passed through love-less effectual. The smile, the glance, the blush, the scrapes, and where is there a boy or girl above the age shaking of a curl, the touch of the hand, the frown, the of six in this precocious age, who hasn't? We all coy favor, the triumph of an arm privileged to the know how the above affair is going to turn out. It is waist, the long-waited-for and anxiously-stolen kiss, the the certainty of the delicious reconciliation in store quarrel purposely lengthened to heighten the delight which renders love-quarrels so peculiarly fascinating. of the harmony restored, the “turning to favor and pretSomebody describes love as self absorbed in an idea tiness,"—all these are grand and mighty things which dearer than self. The subject couldn't be defined bet- I crowd into oblivion states and kings and the petty doings of continents. Self-worship it is, of the intensest in spirit and faithfulness, really admirablo. Many of its kind, but who would not be such a self-worshipper all points are exceedingly fine. The costume gives it pichis life!
turesqueness. The music and guitar denote how grace But how pretty and gay and graceful is the picture ful and refined has been the interrupted harmony, while above! A little theatrical, perhaps in arrangement, but both of the figures present various points, well conone sees the "theatrical ” at times, even in real life; and ceived, nicely touched, and well worth a brief examinathe scene is real, both in the people and in the eling; tion by the reader.
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CHAPTER IV.-JEALOUSY. The strange conduct of Grace haunted me, and tal questions, for it is a period when the fancy is the weighed upon my mind like a gloomy presentiment. I most active principle of the intellect. If one wants to could not restrain myself from giving the incident in obtain a clear, rational, healthy insight into any subject, her boudoir, a significance and importance it scarcely let him go out in the sunlight and discuss it. The moon deserved. I recalled the few queries put to me by ny has almost as much intluence upon the tides of thought father that morning in regard to Grace, and this height- as the tides of the ocean; it is responsible for much of oned the mystery. I could not put the circumstances the puny sentiment, disordered fancy, and sickly thought together, nor educe from them any satisfactory solution which the world staggers under. to the difficulty. Turning the subject into every light, Of course upon this occasion, I kept on brooding upon and growing more and more puzzled the more I thought my little mystery, until it loomed up into huge proporof it, I at last reached home.
tions. It soon got to be a question of little less magniImny was in the little parlor, absorbed in a batch of tude than one of life and death. Love is always a magazines arrived by that day's post, and Harold was monstrous vanity; a huge expansion of self; and upon stretched out upon the rug like a huge dog, leaning on all the matters and issues of love, we stalk about like bis elbow with his cheek upon his hand, his eyes turned giants. And so, if I kept on star-gazing and musing watchfully up to Imy's face.
upon the subject that perplexed me until I grew absurd Silent and moody I replied to a quick, sharp query and extravagant, and even lost all power of rational of Harold's with a monosyllable, and plunged at once thought, my condition was only the normal state of love into the first book I laid my hands upon. I read away -a natural phase of the disease. I am ashamed to say furiously, that is, I turned over a great many leaves how disordered and wild my fancy grew that night with a spiteful rapidity ; but as to the matter—Heaven My fantastic humor, however, at last became exhausted, save the mark !—it might have been Chinese, or, which and after tragically putting out the light with a soliliquy would have been equally intelligible, Mr. Browning, for npon the extinguishment of love, I jumped under the aught I knew to the contrary.
coverlids and soon dropped off into slumber. I got up several times and went to the window to I awoke the next morning marvellously calmer and listen for their return. I say their return, for the fact cooler. The very first suggestion of my rational condithat Mr. Clarefield was my father's companion in the tion was sensible enough; to go to my father and very visit to Grace, I was assured of from the first. At the simply inquire of him the reason of his visit to Grace: end of an hour I heard the approach of horses. They Ellington with Mr. Clarefield ; if Mr. Clarefield knew rode directly to the stables, and in a few minutes en- Grace, and what he was to Grace. tering the house together, they ascended directly to the The opportunity was soon afforded me. Soon after library and shut themselves in.
breakfast he went into the garden, pruning knife in It was evident there was no chance of learning any land, and a few moments later I followed him. He thing that night, so I moodily went away to my own was busy training up and pruning his vines, propping apartment, and throwing open the window, flung my- his nurselings, and cutting and fashioning the various self in a chair at hand, and with eyes staring up at the growths to the forms he designed. stars, gave my imagination a free rein and an active Well, Mark,” said he, as I came up to him, looking spur.
at me from a stooping position, through the hollow of Physical objects loom up largely and disproportion- his arm, “have you come to study the wisest of purately at night; so do the objects that are reflected upon suits ?" the camera obscura of the brain. The night is always “What! Gardening ?” exclaimed I, contemptuously. an unsafe time for the contemplation of important men- “Yes, Mark Harlow. Goethe said it, and I like