The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1856-07-31

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out soon. Now, Saucy Sirl hold up"
"The idea of his making up to her." con
tinued Mr.. John Ledbitter, taking the rains
again. "She's mile and half too good for
him. Why is it never liked the fellow!
She has nothing to do with it, for he repel-
led me years before thought Of her. lie
is handsome chap-an agreeable compan-
ion: plenty Of gumption in his noddle-
yes, all that. But there's a turn in his
other night ho - If you don't step more
firmly, Saucy Sir, you and shall quarrel!'
look, not honest, not genuine; in the eye
and lip think it lies. Perhaps other peo-
pie don't see it, but l know it repels me-
And look at the fellows vanity, where wo.
as to Selma, that he has ouly to ask and
have. Not SO fast, Mr.. Walter Crane: she
cares moro for my little finger than she
does for your whole carcase-as the ancient
song goes:
"'Despise her not, said Lord Thomas,
Despise her not unto me,
! For hove her little finger
Better than her whole body
Gently, Saucy Sir! Keep your feet, If you
please, to day, of all days in the year. In
NtSO hS "ouii llOl w "oithS VI
setting my pretensions quite out Of the
question:" continued John holding tight
ened rein over his horse: "he carries on too
many wild vagares to be fitting mate
for an honest girl. And unless my suspi.
cions wrong him, he's in debt up TO his ell.
bows. II the old man knew half, he would
take 10 his bed out of notification, and
leave tho postofiice to manage itself The
Finding his whole attention must be di-
rccted to the care Of his horse, John Led
bitter put off his reflections to a more con.
venient season. \, length he reached Lay.
ton, small town about seven miles from
Higham, having left tho Wexford bag AT
that village on his way. lie drove straight
to the pos.,oflicc, unlocked his cart, and
delivered the Layton bag to the postmaster,
| Mr.. Marsh.
"a sharp day" remarked the latter.
"Sharp enough" replied John. "I have
had some trouble with the horse, can tell
you"
Its wonder he kept his feet at all.
Sir Geotlrey Adams Jailitf was coming
down yondcr hill last night, on the bay
mare, and down she went, and broke her
leg. Had TO be shot"
MOI
81 stepped Up and SAW her lying there
in the road, Mr.. LcIbitter: her groans.
poo: thing, where just like 4 human crea,
lures. Sir Gcotiiey was called out from
his dinner, and shot her with his own
hand. He was awful with Master Bailif
over it, and told him ifhe had been human
enough 20 lead her down the hill, it would
not have happened. lie WAS cut up, too,
he was, and didn't offer word of excuse
to Sir Geoiiicy. Good day, if yoa ate oti
TO put up Saucy Sir
The mail cart and Saucy Sir being com
fortahly deposited at their usual quarters,
MIR. Ledbitter took Il sharp walk of twenty
minutes, which brought him to Hill House
Farm. Taking off his great coat and leg.
gings before he entered the sitting room,
he appeared in plain black clothes, such rs
are worn by gentlemen.
Heres Il morning" he said, rs fair,
quiet-looking girl rose at his entrance, tie
farmers only child. Many would have
called her features plain, but in her gentle
voice, and her truthful, earnest eye, lay
| plenty of attraction.
"What n journey you must have had.''
she exclaimed, giving him her hand.
"Ay, indeed. thought once it would
have come to my carrying Saucy Sir
Where's SELMA"
Before Miss Sterling could reply, her
FAT r entered. "Ah, Master Ledbitter, is
it you:" he said. "Well, dye We think YOU
have brought that letter of mine to-day!"
81 don't know" laughed the young man
IL have brought the bag, but cannot say
what letters are in It,"
"You have not heard 'em talk Of il at
the post-ohice in lIigham as having cone
have ye!"
NO" responded John.
Darn it, if that letters lost, there's fifty
pound gone. And fifty pound amt picked
up in day, Master Ledbitter."
1t may rs well be explained that some
few years previously, the sister Of Mrs. Ster
ling, who had married Mr. Cleeve and
settled in London, died, leaving an only
daughter. Mr. Cleeve married again, and
then the child was consigned to the home
and care ofMrs. Sterling-Mr. Clceve for.
wardng, every Christmas, a ESQ note, to
c,ver her expenses. 1t was this note that
Farmer Sterling was SO anxious to receive
and each year, from the moment Christmas
day was turned, till the money was actual
y in his hand, lie never ceased worrying
himself, and everybody about him, with
conjectures that the note was lost 1t had
been pointed out to him several times, that
to have the money conveyed in latter was
not very safe mode Of transit. But the
farmer would answer that it had always
cone safe hitherto, (though with delay J
and he had no time, not he, to go tramp
ing into Higham to receive it Of the bank,
ers there. So that Farmer Sterling con
tlnued to expect and receive this important
letter and its enclosure every year, which
was we'll known fact to all Layton, and
TO half OF Higham. This was the letter no
ticed by the postmaster that morning, as he
sorted it into the Layton bag.
Selma Cleeye, now grown up, and about
al. II L. Al LII