Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1867-01-31

OF the nobility, and imagined he was made OF better
clay than the generality of mankind, particularly
these provincial rebels" Yet he had fallen in
love with provincial beauty. He had met Einor
Westvelt in New York society, where she had ap-
peared under the chaperona9e Of her uncle, Ed
ward Westvelt, Esq, who, in the great struggle
which convulsed the country, had espoused the side
of the mother country. In the language OF the
time, he was Tory.
Defering other particulars respecting the family,
we will return to Major Amory In addition to the
heat of the day and the fatigue which he had al
ready experienced, there was another difficulty in
the way. He was not quite sure about his destina-
tion He knew that Mr. Westvelt lived somewhere
inthe neighborhood, but knew not precisely where.
There wasspo house near where he could conve-
niently inquire.
In this perplexity, it was with feeling Of relief
that he perceived little distance before him. the
figure of pedestrian.
Spurring his horse, he quickly came up with Je-
hoachim Stebbins, the peddler.
'Halloa fellow" he exclaimed, in tone of COM
mand.
Jehoachim kept on at steady pace, and did not
appear to notice the not over courteous sautation
of the horseman.
"Is the fellow deaf?' muttered Major Amory,
'Il soon see if he can hear
So saying, he took out pistol, and fired it at a
tree not six feet from the peddler.
"Mssed it, by hokey!' exclaimed Jehoachim,
looking around.
II didn't care to hit the tree wanted to find
out whether you had any ears. Didn't you hear
me when first spoke to you?''
"Supposin did, said Jehoachim, composedly.
"If you did, why didn' you answer?" exclaimed
the provoked officer.
How'd know you was speaking to me?"
'How could you help knowing, felow?'
'Who be you speakin' to now?''
'To you, of course"
'Then I'd have you to oknow that my name amt
fellow"
perhaps you will be kind enough to inform me
what it is said the officer with derisive civiity.
"Now that you speak as you ought to, don't
mind sayin' that my fathers name is Stebbins and
that was christened Jehoachim. Howsomever,
if you find that rather hard name to chew over,
there's some people call me Jock, the peddler,
and I'll give you the same liberty.
every well, Jock, the Peddler, will you conde-
scend to inform me where Mr.. Westvelt lives?'
s'Mr Edward Westvet" said the peddler, with
some surprise
eyes"
s'Well, I aint much acquainted round h,re, but
I've been there once, and reckon that if you take
that road that leads off to the left and travel about
two miles, and then take the road to the right, and
travel straight on, it will bring you there"
'What sort of house is it?" asked Major
Amory, who had listened attentively to this direc-
ton.
cts large square house with great yard in
front lisa fine place, and must have cost a mint
of money"
'That's the place undoubtedly" thought the
officer
So saying, he spurred on without troubling him
self to thank the peddler for the information he
had impaired.
The latter looked after him with smile upon his
rough features.
GIVE sent him just about three miles out of the
way" he chuckeled to himself That's just where
I'm going myself, but want to get there first.
Let's see here's path across the fields that will
bring me round there in about fifteen minutes.
He climbed over the wall and hastened on his
way.