Clemson University - Taps Yearbook (Clemson, SC)

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THE CLEMSON COLLEGE CHRONICLE. 417 Then, good-morning, sir, said Neville, and turning on his heels left the apartment. Half an hour later another rap aroused Conwall from his thoughts, which were of a very different kind from those which he had before his first visitor. Upon opening the door he saw a stranger standing without. This stranger gave his name as James Johnson, and stated that he was acting in the capacity of second for Mr. Neville. He was referred to Captain Lewis Smith, who was a member of the party with which Con- wall was traveling. Johnson retired to arrange the time, place and terms of the duel, with Capt. Smith. The time was set for the following afternoon, and the place the small island which has already been mentioned. The next afternoon two boats containing half a dozen men each, might have been seen gliding down one of the swift flowing tributaries of the Savannah. There is none of the mirth and noise which usually attend such an ex- cursion, when on a pleasure trip. Every one is silent and grave. The boats glide on down the stream and finally land on the small island before mentioned. In a few minutes the two men who have been talking, return, each to his respective group. Each then places his principal on on his ground, after which the signal is given for the struggle to commence. The two men stand eyeing each other for several seconds, without moving. Then Neville commences the struggle by rushing upon Conwall. In the struggle which follows, Conwall receives a wound in the fleshy part of his left arm. Then for a few seconds each combatant stands eyeing his adversary. Again Neville rushes upon Conwall, but this time falls back, pierced to the heart. It is a sad and silent group which might have been seen making its way back up the river which it had so lately descended. They land a few miles below the town from

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416 THE CLEMSON COLLEGE CHROLICLE. smile vanishes from his lips and in its stead comes an ex- pression of cool reserve. What could have caused such a sudden change in the expression of Henry Conwall, for it is he. Let us glance at the person on the outside of the door. His face is also familiar. It cannot be called a handsome face, but it is far from being ugly, nor can it be called an honest face, for it has a sinister expression, which at once impresses the stranger unfavorably. Where have we seen that face before ? Yes ! In the pavilion on Sulli- van ' s Island, and again in Charleston, near St. Michael ' s Church. Here then is the rerson for the sudden change of expression on the face of Henry Conwall; he stands face to face with George Neville, the man whom he in- sulted near St. Michael ' s Church in Charleston! The two men stood eyeing each other for half a minute before cither spoke. The silence was at last broken by Conwall ' s asking in cool, even tones to what reasons must he attribute the honor of this visit. Neville looked at him coolly for a few seconds and then replied, I come but to demand an apology for an insult which you gave me some two weeks ago, in the City of Charleston. I need not say what that insult was, for you know as well as I do what it was. Yes, replied Conwall, I know what insult you are speaking of, but as we were not on speaking terms, I paid no attention to your bow. Therefore, sir, I refuse to apologize. Then, said Neville, know that you are under the challenge of George Neville. And you may know, sir, that your challenge is accept- ed, and that I bid you defiance, replied Conwall, rising to his full height of six feet, two, thus displaying a finely moulded form.

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418 THE CLEMSON COLLEGE CHRONICLE. which they started, and after traveling a few miles across the country arrive at an old church. Here they open a grave and lower the body of George Neville into its last resting place. A short prayer is said and the grave filled up. The pine sticks which had been used to carry the rude litter on which the body lay were stuck into the ground at the head and foot of the grave. George Neville ' s name was carved on one of them so as to let all know who lay under this mound of earth. F. M. G., ' 02. THE RENEWAL. Every day is a fresh beginning, Every morn we start anew, You that are weary of study and learning, Here is a beautiful hope for you, A hope for me and a hope for you. Things of the past are gone forever, As dew before the rising sun; Y esterday ' s errors let yesterday cover, Yesterday ' s races to-day cannot run, Nor to-day may we gather the prizes won. The session now past is a part of forever, Bound up in a sheaf which God holds tight, With glad days and sad days and bad days which never Shall visit us more with their bloom or their blight, Their fullness of sunshine or sorrowful night. Every year is a fresh beginning ; Listen, my soul, at the glad refrain ! And ' spite of all gone and all that ' s coming, And lectures and quizzes in regular train, Take heart with to-day and begin again. — Anon. W. Lionel Moise. The picture on the first page of this issue represents Cadet W. Lionel Moise, of Sumter, who is the winner of