The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1866-06-20

SsWhO is 6Q0t WOLahh, 0SPtAcW
By all the diamonds that ever blazed, 4
I have not seen such o woman since
I was a boy"
ssWhich?" asked,
ssNot the fashy yellow one," he
answered, ''but the one with her
head tied ui.''
This was the beginning of my nn-
cle's admiration for Peg. In the
drawing room we found the ladies in
full expectation, and quite prepared
to make a lion of him. THE news OF
the wonderful Golfer had reached
them, and the fetching of the smith
caused no little excitement. It was
current that some extraordinary locks
were to be put upon the chamber
doors, of which only Giles Humphrey
and his servant knew the secret, and
that the windows were to he barred
outside like the windows of prison.
Even Pegs arrival was now matter
of small Importance. There never
was such Il hero ~ Giles Humphrey
that night. He sat in the warmest
corner by the fire, and monopolizcd
the snuggest chair. He wore rings
worth kings ransom, and, auda-
ciously defying custom, wore gown
lined with the costliest fur He sup
ported his feet on foot-stool, while
his black servant wrapped his knees
in royal rug. Then he spoke to
the ladies with mischievous rude
ness, while his eyes puid them
homage every moment And then
he might virtually be said T., be sit
ting on that wonderful Golfer stuffed
with riches, which no doubt all
present saw in their minds eve sup
porting his puny limbs, but which. in
reality, stood modestly hidden in its
corner upstairs under the shelter of
a gorgeous piece of tapestry, flaming
In gold and colors. And when I con
Quoted it's owner to his chamber that
night, the black man was squatting
upon it, with crossed legs, like "a gro
tesque carving on whimsical pedes-
tai. He turned somersault upon it,
by way of obeisancc, when his mas
ter appeared, and, while I stayed,
presented long cane, from which
Giles Humphrey drew gittering
sword
This is my bedfellow," he said,
grinning over it, and placing it un-
der his pillow. 81 hate locks, for
fear of fire, with glance of alarm
over his shoulder at the blazing
CRATE. II will not be locked up. to
run the risk of being burnt to death.
But if any of the people in your
house think to NEEDLE with nv little
box over thcre''-he raised his voice,
and seizing the sword again, bran
dished it at the black servant, and
chased him out Of the room, bidding
him go and tell about the weapon in
the servants hall
From the time of my arrival at
BaHyhuckamore to that night, had
found myself the lion of the neigh
borhood, and had the felicity of
knowing that 1 was the most i'm
portant among the men in those days
assembled under my roof. But now
all was changed. The days of my
greatness were over. A mightier
than 1 had arisen, and another king
reigned in my stead
l should not have minded, if they
had elected Gorlnan Tracy, or some
one of the many decent fellows about
me, to fill my place, but it was :
tating to see the worship transferred
from ones manly self to the shriv-
elled face and shricking voice of the
owner OF box upstairs; to see the
silks and muslins making their GEM
f1exlOns at the shrine Of a mere num-
my; to know that a heartless machine
was receiving the fattery OF the ma
mas; that capricious idiotic will was
directing the motions of blushing
hand-maiIcns. And the hardest part.
the very worst Of it all, was that Peg
OShaughnessy WAS the foremost OF
the band of sirens who sang round
Giles Humphreys chair
For here Will own to vou, my
Tom, that, by this time, the stray
little black sheep from the m ountains
had made herself 4 fold in Your
friends heart Was it fate so rclent-
less, or that quaint black gown SO de-
mure, or a head of crisp, fair hair, or
a pair OF steady grey eyes, or was it a
very sweet voice, full Of musical dig
nifty, OF II timid step, which seemed
always owning itself trespasscr
when trcading my Ballyhuckamore
carpets? Was it all or any Of these
things which transformed your sober
friend into the most loving Of jealous
lovers, crafty enough to weigh little
words, and count up smiles, and dis
regard all worldly wisdom? Iou cam
not tell me, and, assuredly, l cannot
tell you; but, i'll that frosty house