Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-05-27

through the snow-drifts to keep Bill Hug
gins from goin'' home with me! But thel
the good Lord knows they didn't any of 'eu
git memo, no, indeed Catch Sarah Time
buck in that trap you can. I'll wager
little something she. knows too much TO
that -
a Aunt Sally paused, not because the foun
tain of words was drawn dry, but from shee
lack Of breath to keep the vocal machiner.
in operation. Miss Perkins, delighted witt
the opportunity Of getting in word, hasten
ed to improve the time.
sLeonard Haskell goin' to git married. Il
can't bepossible. Git married! Ideclare,
I am SO full of condigation at. the thought
that can't express my ideas HE selhst
onnateral creature. He ought to be hung
alive, and then stuck full of blunt-pointeo
pins. I can't keep my temper about it,
Who told you the shameful news, aun
Sally?' "-@.u- -.
Miss Watson was into the minister's yes
terday, and Bridget, the gal as works there
said Mr.. Haskell had gone away on business
Miss Watson asked what his business nigh
be, and the gal said it might be to git mar
ried. You see these Irishers are cute people
Arter a good deal work at questing ane
teesin', Miss Watson managed to find ou
that Mr.. Haskell had gone down to Lancas
ter to bring up his wife.
My goodness! Then there can be NJ
doubt of it. What is the birds name Die
Miss w., find that outp
Jennie Arlington-a mighty fine name
ye see and 'cordin' to the orders the ga
has got for cookin' and fxin' up, [ guess
she's mighty fine lady. All! dear
strange, an old man, like Leonard Haskell
should go off arter a aighty young gal. How
much better to have took some more exper
fenced woman .--. -: =. = -.,.-.,.
yes, woman like you, aunt Sally.
don't want to insult you, for I know how you
despise the whole desateful set of mankind
but I have thought ever since Mrs. Haskell
died, that you would make an excellent wife
for our minister. Just the right kind of
person to understand the wants of the par
ish, and sympathize with him in his labors
Aunt Sally twisted her bonnet string, anc
blushed scarlet.
oh Miss Perkins, you actually Illustrate
me! The saints knows I wouldn't of my
own cord marry the best man in the uni
verse; no, notifhe was made of solid gold
but if it was for the good Of the people, and
I thought might be the means of benefit
ing an unborn lexerity, l might, yes,
might consent to make a martyr of myself.
Just like you, aunt Sally, always think
ing of other folks before yourself--aud the very
woman for a minister's wife. Strange Mr.
Haskell can't see the good in his own con
gregation but he must be off arter young
critter all founces and furbelows. Like al
not she wears hoops too
sNot a doubt of it Miss Perkins, and
says its scandulous. He don't git mucf
money out of me to support her extraVa
gance, I can tellye. Ills donation party mex
week, shant be graced by my presence, that
fat ........ ,..s
Il don't blame you, aunt Sally. You have
right to feel sighted about it, when every
body around here has fixed on you for Mr.
Haskell's second wife. I think it's an an
bominable piece of swindlin' on honest folks
and I don't keer who knows I think So.'
sYes, it's all that; but must be agoin'-
it's nigh on to ten o'clock, and I want tt
call on Miss Baker, and Miss Kelley, anc
Mrs. Roberts, and Miss Giles, and tell ZEN
bout it. Such ongrateful works ought to b'
known, I think. Dew call round soon, Mrs
Perkins I'm always rejoiced to see you
Good morning
Aunt Sally bounded down the grass grown
path with the elasticity of sixteen, and soor
lost her pretty form to view in the shrubbery
of witch hazel, which shaded the road, while
Mrs. Perkins, with along face, and hear
full of indignation against the deceitfulnes
or man, returned to her ironing.
The day of rest, Sunday, came at last
day most anxiously looked form Tattletown
the day which was to afford them view o
the clergyman's new wife-the woman VIII
was to lead in the female prayer meetings
take the Presidents chair atthe sewing socie
ty, be first in all charitable moves, to assist tn
heathen fourteen miles beyond the Soutl
Pole, entertain every wandering vagran
that chauced to be perambulatiug the coun
try under the disguise of book agent, col
porteur, or itinerant, and keep peace ant
quietness among the female portion of tn
community, without offending man, woman
or child
No wonder there was great sensation ol
the appearance of such wonder.
Spies, who had been stationed at the rail
road depot the previous night, testified t.
having seen the clergyman alight from tn
cars with a lady closely yelled, clinging t.
his arms. In the darkness they could no
tell whether she was hOoped or not, but i
could be sworn to, if necessary, that tn
ladys dress was "rufled and trimmed will
fringe
Sunday morning at half:past ten o'clocl
saw the little Westinghouse of Tattletow,
filled to overaowing Whitefeld or Spur
geou, would have been astonishedat the mag
tude of the audience.
Every eye in the assembly was fastened
unon the door through which the clergymal