Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1869-02-25
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tie accident it was two o'clock be-
fore we got down in Plymouth.
As we swarmed out upon the plat
form l noticed a very pale young
man, not unlike myself. in looks,
emerge from the foremost car
his coat-sleeve torn out, and vio-
lent purple bruise on his forehead.
'If that should be the lover
Smith, now," said l to myself,
what 8 plight he is in"
He seemed to be very much
out of hunlor, and beckoned an
grily to a hackman, jumping into
carriage, and desiring to be taken
to the best. hotel. After that |
saw several other persons more or
less disordered and bruised by the
railroad accident. ".5 2
was leaving the depot, when
colored coachman bowed before
me.
"Beg pardon, sir-Mr. Smith ?"
eyes"
Carriage is waiting. Step this
way, sir, if you please, sir"
/ followed him wondering if in
deed my uncle had sent up car
riage. 1t used to be my aunt's
pet hobby-a barouche, with the
old English coat of arms, which
had, indeed, belonged to US but
had been in disuse since the i'm
poverishment of Raleigh Smith,
of England. / wasn't quite sure
what they were, but believed it
was q sword and helmet upon a
piece of parchment; but it proved
to be a pen and sword against a
palette, which was very appropri-
ate, as there had been scholars, ar
lists and military among our an
cestors.
call welI?"I asked good hui
moredly.
"All WE'LL" answered Sambo
with a grin, shutting the door
Then he Looked back to say with
another grin:
Ladies' very gay this morning"
If my stately aunt and cousin
were gay it was certainly worth
remarking; SO I laughed a little,
and Sambo chuckled again and
jumped upon his seat.
We ratified through the streets
under an arch, up an avenue
Things began TO look strange.
"Where are we?" I asked, as
Sambo opened the carriage door.
'Do they live here?"
"Yes, sir. Here's Mr.. Dunbar,
sir"
ct the same moment an elderly
gentleman rushed out on the ter
race to meet me.
"Why, Sambo, you are wonder
fully late" be exclaimed, shaking
hands with me.
"The cars, ran off the track"
answered I; and before I could
say anything else be hustled me
into the house.
Everything ready. Hurry
with your toilet and come down.
Pity you trimmed your whiskers
SO close; it alters your appearance
very much. Robert, help Mr..
Smith 20 dress. Right here, Smith.
Hurry now, the ladies are wait
ing" 49,
1 found myself in a luxurious
dressing room, and mulatto was
respectfully in attendance. ! sat
down and looked at him.
"Rha Is your name
"Rotert, sir; will you be SO kind
as to hurry, sir; they are waiting
on you"
! gave him the key to my port
manteau, and resigned myself to
my fate, whatsoever it might be,
But things were very strange.
aWhere is my uncle ?" asked |,
as Robert dexterously arranged
my garnet sleeve buttons.
"Your uncle I? Oh yes, sir," }"
with a bad attempt at not smiling,
"he's with the ladies, sir"
."How long have they lived
here p
"Don't know, sir; I've only been
here a day or two. There, sir, do
you want anything more p
"No." / was arrayed in my
best apparel, and looked well,
though my whiskers, instead of
being trimmed, were of early
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