Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1856-09-04

things you must promise me, before L let
you up
what are they?' asked Forgeron, eager
| ly.
The first is, that you will never molest a
Methodist preacher again
Here Ned's pride rose, and he hesitated ;
and the reverend gentleman, with his usual
benign smile on his face, renewed his blows
and sung:
81 then rode on the sky, freely justifedI.
And the moon it was under my feet"
This oriental language overcame the black
smith. Such bold figures, or something else,
caused him to sing out:
We'll, I'll do it, I'll do it"
You are getting on very we'll, said Mr..
Stubbleworth. Il think I can make de-
cent man of you yet, and perhaps Chris
tian."
Ned groaned.
The second thing I require of you is to
go to Pumpkin Creek Westinghouse, and
hear ME preach tomorrow
Ned attempted to stammer out some ex-
cuse, when the divine resumed his devotion
al hymn, and kept time with the music, stri-
king him over the face with the feshy part
of his hand
Tll do my BEST" said he, in very hum.
bic voice.
We'll, that's man. said Stubbleworth.
'Now get up and go down to the spring, and
wash your face, and tear up Tom Paine's
testament, and turn your thoughts on high
Ned rose, with feelings he never cxpe-
rieuced before, and went to obey the 'lavato-
ry injunctions of the preacher, when the
latter person mounted his horse, took Ned
by the hand, and said
'Now keep your promise, and I'll keep
your counsel. Good evening, Mr. Forge
ron I'll look for you tomorrow
And off he rode with the same impertu-
rablc countenance, singing so loud as to
scare the eagles in the overhanging rocks.
sWell,' thought Ned, 'this is nice bust
ness. What would people say if they knew
Edward Forgeron was whipped before his
own door, and that, too, by Methodist
preacher
But his musings were more in sorrow than
in anger. His disfgured countenance was
of course the subject of numerous questions
that night, among his friends, to which he
replied with stern look they we'll under
stood, and the vague remark that he had
met with an accident.
OF course they never dreamed of the
cause. Ned looked in the glass and COM
pared his black eye, from the recent scutfle,
to the rainbow ship-wreck scene offending
every color into one.' Or perhaps he never
read the story, and muttcred to himself,
Ned Forgeron whipped by Methodist
preacherH
From that time his whole conduct mani
tested a change of feeling. The gossips of
the neighborhood observed it, and whispered
that Ned was silent, and had gone to meet
ing every Sunday since the accident.
They wondered greatly at his burning the
books he used to read so much. Strange
stories were circulating as to the metamor-
phosis of this jovial, dare devil, blacksmith
into gloomy and taciturn man; some sup
posed very sagely, that spirit had enticed
him into the mountains, and, after giving
him glimpse into the future, had misled
him to crag, where he had fallen and bruis
ed his face.
Others gave the prince of darkness the
credit of the charge, but none suspected the
Methodist preacher; and the latter having
no vanity to crafty, the secret remained with
Ned. The gloomy state of mind continued
until Forgeron visited a campmeeting. Rev.
Mr.. Stubbleworth preached sermon that
seemed to enter his soul and relieve it of a
burden; and the song Of
''IIow happy are they who the Saviour obey"
was only half through when he felt like
new man.
Forgcron was from that time "shouting
Methodist" At a love feast, short time
subsequent, he gave in his experience, and
revealed the mystery of his conviction and
conversion to his astonished neighbors.
The Rev. Mr. Stubbleworth, who had
faithfully kept the secret until that time,
could not coutain himself any longer, but
gave vent to his feelings in convulsive peals
Of laughter, as the burning tears of joy
courscd their way down his cheeks.
Yes, ny brcthrcn,' said he, sit is fact
I cid maui the grace into his unbelieving
soul, there is no doubt
The blacksmith of the mountain pass,
himself became, soon after, Methodist
preacher.
aA~ A gentleman writing from Paris states
that NJ. Place, the French banker, who re-
Gently failed for the immense amount of six
teen million francs, gave, on the evening be-
fore the grand catastrophe, a splendid din
ner, to which were invited all the celebrities
of certain grade upon the Bourse,,together
with au equal number of ladies. The feast
was of the most recherche kind-thc cost
probably being not less than twenty-five dol