Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1856-02-14
From the New York Spirit Of the Times.
WINNING A WIDOW.
BY 81. P. L.

During one of these noticed the arrival of a
party of French creoles, who talked and
swore over dozen "mallard ducks" loud
enough to have made you believe they'd
been on the war-trail after Camanches, and
brought in as many scalps. At last walked o.
yer to the wharf.ofice, settled down and COM
fort in segar, and as much of newspaper
as the rather misty light of bull-eyed Ian
tern would give me. The fire in the stove
roared bravely and sent out plenty Of warmth.
I hsddropped the paper and only held on to
the segar, when suddenly woke up on hear
ing the door open and couple of men enter.
They found chairs, and drawing up to the
stove continued conversation, evidently
Just commenced IS they entered.
"And SO But:er is going to be married I"
''Wal he is! and Il good match he's made
of it, 1 tell you what, she's roarer. If he
don't have to put kicking breech on her
afore he's married week you may call me a
fool. She's got eyes like a panther; an if
he only lets her get the bit atween her teeth
just for once-she'll carry him further nor
he wants to gop'
"What makes him want to marry her
thenp
"Niggers, mules, and as neat plantation
as thar is on the Bayou. Two hundred and
fifty hogsheads clean sugar last crop, an if
they'd only cut the cane airlier fifty more
atop of it. She had new steam ingipe put
up last season, and tho that cussed bagasse
burner is a rousing humbug, yet I reckon it's
all paid for an all Buffers got to do, is
step in, hang up his hat an set right down
to live like fighting cock"
"Why didn't you go in there? The last
time I came down the river I heard you
were bucking up to the widow?"
oval now, Jim to be honest, did think
afore that Buffer stepped in, that I just had
it all my own way, and that I was goin' to
get her-sure As these French say, made
eyes at her, she-savage! But, some how Or
mother, always went dead against old Mas
sissip. 4 man from our State had no kind
of show, and though put the 'tcntions to
her like an uncle, it didn't seem to be no
use tryin. Bout one time she did kind of
lean my way. You see near about the grind
ing season Old Farabole Civ dance down
in his sugar-house, and 'vited me and the
widder, and a raft more; an down we went,
and the widder kind felt her oats, and we
reclcd it off in the airy part of the evening fit
to kill but by'm by that Buffer he came on
an just knocked me cold?
"Ye see he'd been down to the city New
Orleans and only rived on the Bayou that
night, an hearin' that thar was COINS on
down to Farabole's sugar-house, down he
cum. Wal, sir, he was drest to death in the
handsumest kind of store-clothes, an the
women war rightup on eend soon as he came
in.
81 see the widder fxin' her panther eyes
on him, and I jest said to myself-'Dick
Tareout, you mout as well clear ; that ere
Buffers too much for you in the close line p
I felt it at onct. Wal, sir, in about min
nit up comes Buffer, smiles at the widder in
iasiu"s' ~ cu A' W ~ nI:ss aI:. oI p@ uano'
WIN ner, oe1 sue' % , -liS'ei Dune1' a. ~
.ost w nloshnro wa1 Tho WOW b. somoovod bar
when tbov danced I rather think it did /
Kent nv eve on Buffer, Now, vou see he'd
been stavin' at the Saint maricscs an nut
tin it through like forty, an he'd larnt all
tho last aoonies in the wav of bowin' and
scrapiu' an sayin' lcetlc pothip's: and sir
5e ra,,.;J his hct ,ovod IN his 1ond I'll ovcr
the suosr.bouse down among the b;lers and
nm -onnd back Of The ineipe--whcrc the lick.
r. ,;..---cvcr: v}:ey ?.c ;cte.! that ar hat.
..@gw .l2 ;r.lic: t?:dn , lis, exactly know
what e make q :.-.oz it was a new wrinkle
-, twice gho sa.i % him he'd better let
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