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Swartz is now in Augusta, Georgia, living in ease and affluence, like the majority of Southern speculators. The lesson he received from his uncharitableness, has not benefited him in the slightest degree. He still speculates on the wants of the poor, and is as niggardly to the needy.
But how did you discover this house?" "I was acquainted with its former owner, Mrs. Parkins. She was a sister of a friend of mine, whom I think you have seen, colonel." "What friend?" "His name is Swartz, colonel." "Not the Federal spy?" "The same, colonel." "Whom we saw last in the house between Carlisle and Gettysburg?" "I saw him the other day," returned Mr. Nighthawk, smiling sweetly.
Swartz staggered back, threw up his hands, and uttering a wild cry, fell at full length upon the ground. The scene which followed was as brief as this tragedy. Mohun charged, at the head of his men, and drove the picket force before him. In five minutes the whole party were dispersed, or captured. Darke had escaped with the gray woman, in the darkness. The pursuit did not continue far.
When Nighthawk and myself reached the foot of the stairs, she and Darke were already in the saddle. The collar of Swartz was still in his clutch. He seemed determined to bear him off at the risk of being himself captured; for a second glance showed me that a party of Confederate cavalry was rushing headlong toward the house, led by an officer whom I made out to be Mohun.
Poor Swartz was seated in a place where Emmy had been accustomed to sit. Her bejewelled hands lay sprawling in her amber satin lap. Her tags and ear-rings twinkled, and her big eyes rolled about. She was doing nothing with perfect contentment, and thinking herself charming. Anything so becoming as the satin the sisters had never seen.
Wentworth, "although I believe I could get more for it, did I know any one in town who purchased such things." He made no reply, but calling his clerk ordered him to bring forty dollars from the safe. The clerk having brought the money retired, and left them alone again. "Vere is te pedstead?" asked Swartz. "It is at home," Mrs. Wentworth replied.
The old negro fell upon her knees before the speaker, and burst into tears, while even the rude policemen were touched by her remarks, Mr. Swartz alone remained unmoved, the only feeling within him was a desire that the work of confining her in jail should be completed. "And now one last farewell," continued Mrs. Wentworth, again embracing the corpse.
But for this fear he would never have taken the trouble of upsetting and replacing everything in the room, but would have been perfectly satisfied for his employer to sustain the loss. "Vell!" said Mr. Swartz. "I suppose you ish satisfied dat te monish ain't here." "Its disappearance is very singular," replied the clerk.
Swartz also interfered on behalf of the late Rajah's minister, Baba, who had indeed been extortionate and severe, but scarcely deserved such a punishment as being put into a hole six feet long and four feet broad and high.
Swartz, with bland good humor; "you wish to secure a certain document in which he is interested; you fancy I have that document here in the city of Richmond; and your object, very naturally, is to force me to surrender it. Well, I do not object to doing so for a consideration. I fully intend to produce it, when my terms are accepted.
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