Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1869-06-04

Keep YOUR little Brother out Of the Room.

Johr Smith--you'yo heard of him-is very
bashful is too bashful, in truth. He was
born and raised in the country. His fathc,
gave him a good education, and allows hin
plenty of money. But John, with all othc,
attachments, never could accustom himself tx
tho society of females, not because he did moi
like tho girls, but because his shy nature woule
not permit him to associate with the fair sex
1t once happencd-not very long ago either
that Johns father had some very impor
sant business to transact in the city. He also
mad some very particular affairs to attend to al
homo, which demanded his personal attention,
aud not possessing the power of ubiquity, he
delegated his son John to transact that in the
city.
John, being thus commissioned, immcdi-
ately proceeded to the city, and to tho resi-
denco of his fathers old friend, whom he
found to be a worry nice old gentleman, with a
beautiful daughter, and gold spcctaclcs.
John was ushcred into the parlor Ga new
thing for him. and motioncd to a scat-no
q sofa, (%another new thing.)
But wo must use his own language: 1
took my seat and made observation. every.
thing was fine! Elmo carpets, fine sofas. fine
tables, fine curtains, fine books, fine every
thing, and especially q fine young lady who
was dressed in fine satin, and who had fine
appearance generally.
After chatting with the old gentleman a
few minutes, he took down his hat, told me
to mako myself at home for an hour or two,
and lcft-lcft me alone with his daughter, and
a small, mischiovous boy, the young lady's
brother. The idea of keeping a city belle
engaged in conversation for two hours per
dition Silence rcigncd in the parlor for a
short time, you may bet. I amused myself
as much as possible with the boy-that is, 1
loaned him my knife and watch key, aud
watched him cut holes in the carpet with one
and spoil the other. / don't know what [
would have done had it not been for that boy
he was SO good to attract ones attention,
you know.
It's true he asked some startling questions,
occasionally, such as this, for instance sArc
you goin' to court sister Emily?' but such
things must be expected under such circum-
stances.
Miss Emily, thinking, no doubt, that to be
a good hostess, she must her guest engage in
conversation, asked mo, how I liked country
life etc. She said that lit must be a bcauti-
full sight to see the laborcrs, male and female,
romping on the new mown hay on Now
Years day; that she always did think she
would like to spend a Christmas in the coun
try a nut-gathcring with the village lads and
%lasscs; that it always had been a mystery to
her how they got eggs off tho trees without
breaking Them
In return, I thought to keep up my point
of the conversation, it was necessary for mo
to quote poetry and the like, which I did,
Among other quotations, I unfortunately re-
peated tho wcll-known lines of Shakespeare:
''Thcre is a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-h W them as VIC will"
at this juncturc, the boy, who had pcrc he'd
himself upon my knees, looked very earnest,
ly in my face and said
"Diyinity shaped the end of your nose
mighty curus." I'm certain that 1 ! wished
somebody would spank the young rascal, We
talked of hills, mountains, valleys, cataracts
II believe I said waterfalls, when the boy
spoke up and said: 'Why, sisters got a
trunk full Of EN- up stairs-pap says they arc
made of hoss-hair.'
This revelation struck terror into me and
bushes into the checks Of my fair compan-
ion.
It began to be very apparent to me that
I must be very guarded in what I said, lest
said boy might slip in his remarks at uncall.
ed for places in fact, I turned my converse
ton to him. [ told him he ought to go home
with nc, and SEQ what nice chickens VIC had
in the country. Unluckily I mentioned. a
yoke Of calves my brothers owned. The
word calves ruined all. Tho little fellow
:lookcd up and said: Sisters got a dozen of
ZEN, but she dont't wear 'cm only when she
goes up town O windy days
'Laavo the room, you uhmanncrly little
wretch /! exclaimed Emily, Immediately!
Il know what you want nc to leave for"
replied he; you can't fool mc-you want to
sit in that mans lap, and kiss him like you
did Bill Simmons the other day--you can't
fool me, I'll les tell YOU. Gin me some