Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-10-14

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Handwriting is an index Of character" -"
''pshaw," said Solomon Snyder, 81 don't be.
liVsa word of it, Don't know all abeusit
Wasn't I fool enough to believe there was
tsatb, tsatb, ip it that paragraph : until experience
the. fools teachen-7taught. me better -
Didn't / write, quire and half Of fuely
embossed note, paper to all the pretty girls
in the country? Didn't sddle' my brains
fot weeks ipyentipg to write them2 Didpt
Iswriteto one requesting the pleasure af-her
company to, q concert? And didn't. pay
Two; dollars for tickets and five dollars for a
carriage to take;us there 2 Didn't 1 pay that
flower girl dollar and FIVE centsfora boquet
to:another2 and didn't that rascally clerk
at, the book store charge me two prices for
that "way to win aahusbaDd, ~ which Fsent
to'Neflie Nettle? Isthereany computing the
money I've spent in;theatre' tickets, buggy
hire, gold thimbles, Canary birds and lap
dogs, which presented to the little female
divinities free gratis for nothing 2 and'all
because put cou6denee-inthat foolish para.
graph and wished to see their hand writing
before + Fselected my sbetter half. And wien
i:received their thanks, compliments; &c.,
on paste board aud gilt edge note paper,
didn't I set up till two O'Clock; every night
for fortnight comparing notes?' Didn't 1
consult al my confidential masculine friends
on the subject? 'rDidn't T at length decide
on Bessie Wright as the fortunate individd:
al who was to become Mrs. Solomon Snyder,
simply because she. wrote such soft, deli.
cute hand that it was naturally suggestive Of
gentle words and loving smiles yiolets and
rossbuds?' Then didn't rpay q dollar for
the privilege Of marrying her? and didu' I
1stapd up before clergyman in whitegioges
and pecktie with Bessie Wright in my heart
and my heart in ny mouth, while We lpo
were made into one, q guess 1 was anpihi,
lated during tho process and didn't ] 60
home expecting to i've IN ,eonnsbial bliss. for
the rest Of my life :, and. wasn't ! decidedly
humbugged? -. .... :
! guess if you knew py wife you'd ans
Ver deeidedly-"ycss" 49,. .
She may hsye been Wrigik before she
n.rsied, but, I will 60 before any iastiee of
the peace, and make oath that she has neyi
er been right since. Patience alive! What
a Tartar she is when she is mad (Which she
always is.) There's venom enough 10 hen
composition to thaB out lhe north Sea and
turn it into "number six" You just ought
to see her when Ive'made trade that don't
turn. out right. She .sBups aId snarls at
every thing IN seneraFa and me in particular.
She locks up Her rooms, fhe parIors ana1i.
bfafy, and sends me and the children itp
stairs, screaming out as we go: ri m tired
working for those brats' Of yoars; Solomon
Snyder; you may take care Of them yourself,
for the future"
I believe IN my souid she's a witch I She
can tell me any moment what I'm thinking
about, so that I sometimes look down to see
if there is not glass window in my side
through which she reads my heart.
~fsometimes think she is both omuiscient
and omnipresent or that she sets spies to
watch my movements; for she knows at
night exactly. where I've been, and what
I've been doing during the day. No sherry
ice creams or oysters go down my
throat, but she knows it as well as I do.--
It's as much as my ears are worth to treat a.
friend to glass of wine; whenever it does
occur, she puts me on picked pork and
green tea for month, while three times
day, she Kisses between, her teeth, "Yes !.
you buy wines for yourself and town in. gen.,
eral, while your,wife and children starve at
home" x...
I:vow I'd run off to California, but she'd
be just as certain to follow me up and bring
me back, as that Jonah swallowed the whale.
And that eye ST hers Bless me : had,
any day rather face Jeff Davis and his mis-,
sissipi Rifles 1t can look right through a
man and make him feel that he isn't one
whit larger than his little finger.
Handwriting an index uf character iudeed!.
Why didn't love Nellie Nettle better than
any living creature except my Newfound-
land dog? but. notwithstanding this, didn't
l with. .stoic-like fortitude, smother the flames.
in two hours, not even allowing myself the
luxury of a tear? and didn't I stand with !
folded arms and see my old rival, Roderick
Racer, lead her to the altar with that smile
of his, which said just as plainly as any
wordscould say it. "See how triumph over
you, Snyder !"-and all because Nellie
wrote such racing, dashipg, thunder and
lightning hand, that 1 was afraid Of her ?
and now don't every body say that Roderick
is aohappy fellow?- But bless my soul that's
no proof, for didn't everybody say I'm as
happy as q prince? Well! lam as happy
as prince whois in mortal dread every hour
of his life, that some rufin's hand will effect
a divorce between his soul and body-yes,
just about. Handwriting an index of char
acter hunbug.
RUTH CLEANING.
POISONOUS SNAKEs.-I am under the
impression that the poisonous snakes are
rnuch tronbled at certain seasons of the