Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1868-06-04

minished, his resources. We have never asked aid
of him to the value of farthing, and think we
are justified in calling upon him now As time is
precious, will 60 and see him at once. "
'Do not be disappointed, Victor, if he declines
helping you" said his mother, as he rose to leave
the room. ''Your uncle Jacob may take differ
ent view of matters from that which presents itself
to you. If my credit will avail anything towards
the purchase Of horse, you are at liberty to use
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"No, mother, I shall call by Harvey Haley's," "
replied Victor. land he will lend me his horse un-
less he has special need for him.
Bidding his mother good evening, Victor took
his way through the streets Of the old village, to
the farm of Harvey Haley.
The residence of Mrs. Garnett was on one Of
the most respectable and quiet back streets OF a
pleasant village, in the middle country of South
Carolina. The village was located on plain, nat,
art had done much to render it Beautiful and at
tractive. Although Spring had but begun to
breathe upon her rrealn, made bare by the rgors OF
winter, yet the neat white cottages, embowered
among evergreens and faced by cheerful flower gar
dens, neatly paled in, where johnquills and other
early flowers of Spring had already begun to en-
amel the earth, with here and there clustering
vines Just bursting into leaf, made pleasant pic
ture to look upon. The well beaten sidewalks
along every street, were bordered by wide-branch-
ing oaks, making long arcade, shady, cool and
refreshing, when the Summers sun rose to the ze-
NTH Then, the old village was in its loyeliest at
tire with all its clean sandy Streets and itssmooth
level sidewalks, sheltered by long avenues Of dark
green oaks; its white cottages with green venetian
blinds, and its cheerful flower gardens bordering
the streets and filling the air with delicious fra
GRANGE.
Victor however, did not pass through the vii
lage but crossing one or two old fields, to the rear
of the house, where the decaying stems OF the last
year. weeds were still thickly standing soon fell
into well-trodden side path, separated from the
public road only by deep ditch. fastening q,
long this path mile or more, he turned to the left
into q narrow lane that debouched obliquely into
the road. Following this, for few minutes, he
came suddenly, by an abrupt turn in the road, upon
one of those weather-beaten structures-old, de-
caying and out of repair one so often meets
with in the neighborhood of towns and villages,
standing among its freshly-painted and decorated
compeers, like some sturdy rustic Of antiquated
customs and manners, disdaining the fashion, the
style and the more modern manners, that new set
tiers, from the more polished world, have intro
duced into the rugged and old fashioned communi-
ty in which they live.
It was an humble clog house. before which
Victor STOOD consisting of two log pens separated
by an open passage-way, having shed rooms in the
rear, and piazzain front. Afeld of some fifteen
or twenty acres lay to the rear, and about fifty
yards to the left of this primitive structure was
small enclosure containing group Of some four or
five log buildings among which were the barn and
stables Other necessary outbuildings lay on the
other side and to the rear of the dwelling house.
A few struggling trees Of native growth, stood a.
round the building and here re- and it shs5 ere in The
f bdn sod sssssa e. ter ssepih sa as
the bars, Victor took his way to the door of the