Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-01-20
aff(li 8eaai>y.
THE MAN WITH THE BUNDLE.

Have you met him Burley, broad-shoul-
dered, little careless, both in dress and in
gate, as if concientiously opposed to precision
of any kind; and his face-from the shin
ing curve of the smooth.shaven chin to the
CLEAN of golden spectacles that sit aside his
nose-beaming with exhaustless good humor
About 5 p NJ. is his hour, when you can
generally see him heading as if homeward,
and carrying thitherward brown paper en-
veloped parcel. From long familiarity with
this feature of his personality, we had come
to designate his otherwise anonymousness
as the man with the bundle
It may have been imagination on our
part, but as we met him the other cold af-
ternoon, his face seemed so absolutely ra-
diant with the heat of genial benevolence
that we thought the thermometer at the cor
ner of Milk. street went up two degrees as he
passed. We determined to make an effort
to know more about him.
To day our desire was gratifed. Turning
into Marsh's to purchase the goose-quill now
between our fingers, 1--WE can't abide mineral
pens) who should be standing at the counter,
closing at the same instant the lid of mag
ni6cient writing case and a bargain for its
purchase, but our radiant faced friend.
TO what address shall we send this = said
the clerk, with tone indicating extreme
respect.
Nowhere responded the purchaser; Il
always carry my own bundles
Young man. replied the other, Il always
love to take something home at night to
show my wife and children that I havn't for
gotten them while at my business, and l
wouldn't give pin to make anybody pres
ent without l carried it into the house my
self. I want to see 'em take it. Besides,
sir, never allowed myself to be bothered
by sending things home for me that I can
carry myself I began life by Juggling about
parcels as dry goods mans boy, and many's
the weary mile of sidewalk I've trudged to
carry yard of ribbon or paper of pins to
somebody too proud or too lazy to carry it
for themselves. I havn't forgot my old
thoughts, and what's more though times
have changed with me since then, I amt
ashamed to be seen in the streets with q
bundle
Yes, sir, but this is heavy
mo matter, I'm strong and out he went,
with such a glow in his face that one could
imagine it lighted up the now dim sidewalks
rods ahead, as a locomotive. burner illumi-
mates its track.
Another coming in. Purchasing con-
gress knife, the newcomer said in hard
pictorial tone, 'send it to my home (No. 6f-
teen hundred and something Washington
street, Immediately: I shall want it as soon
as get home
Two different men, suggested we, as the
clerk closing the door after him.
Very was the reply. The man with
the bundle is Mr.. the honest owner Of
hundreds of thousands, and there never was
a subscription paper yet that didn't get his
name for something handsome. The other
man failed last week-all there was of him
to fail-and isn't worth his salt; but he had
rather take the commercial disgrace Of fail
ure at any time that the social disgrace of
being seen in the streets with bundle.
Two different men indeed We shall take
off our hat the next time we meet Mr. -
on the sidewalk. Long may he live, and
carry bundles to make people happy.-Con-
gregationalist.