The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1869-04-21


letter, which was certainly very
unique. But as we ratified along,
there was a bump, a shock, the
cars stood still, and everybody /
was In CONSERVATION.
"We are off the track; be pa
tient q little while," said the con
ductor, passing through. -
But in consequence of this IT,
tie accident, it was two o'clock be.
fore we got down in Plymouth
As we swarmed ont upon the plat,
form, noticed, a very pale young
man, not unlike myself in looks,
emerge from the foremost car
his coatsleeve torn out, and yio-
lent purple bruise on his forehead
!" Hstbat should be the lover
Smith, now," said ! to myself,
"what a plight he is in p'
lie seemed very much out Of
humor, and beckoned angrily to a
lackman, jumping into the car
riage, and desiring to be taken to
the best hotel. After that, l saw
several other persons more or less
dfsordered and bruised by the ac-
cident. s.'.S'r2'' 7.so
j was leaving the depot, whom
a colored coachman bowed before
me. .5t ~ s7 ia
Beg pardon, sir Mr.. Smith a'
"Yes.n .''' ~ - ,
9; Carriage is waiting. Step
this way, if yon please, sir" - :,
I followed him, wondering il
my uncle had indeed set up a 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 disnse since the i'm.
povcriskment f Raleigh Smith,
Of England. / wasn't quite sure
what they were, but believed it
was a sword and a helmet upon n
piece of parchment /; but it proved
to be a pen and a sword against a
palette, which was very appropri-
ate, as there had been scholars,
| artists and military men among
our ancestors. ~
"All well :" I asked, good hui
moredly.
"All WE'LL" answered Sambo,
with grin, shutting the door
Then he looked back, to cay, with
another grin: Is E,s re.l-rf.. =. 49, ,-. ~
Ladies' very gay this mornin,."
If my stately aunt and consin
were gay, it was certainly worth
remarking; 60 l laughed a little,
and Sambo cl,ucked again, and
jumped upon his scat.
We ratified through the streets,
under an arch, mp an avenue
Things began to look strange.
\" Where are wew ] asked, as
Sambo opened the carriage door.
s" Do they live here Z" ..ssaE'
| "Yes, sir. Here's Mr.. Dunbar,
| SIR"
At the same moment an elderly
| gentleman rushed out on the ter
trace to meet me. "
"Why,. .Smiti you are wonder
fully late" he exclaimed, and
shaking hands with me.
"The cars ran off the track, -
answered /; and before / could
Esay anything else he hustled me
| into the house. ,sa5 s- a
"Everything's ready. Hurry
with your toilet and come down.
Pity yon trimmed your whiskers
60 close Vt alters your appearance
very much Robert, help Mr..
Smith dress. Right in here.
Smith. Hurry now; the laoies
fare waiting" 80.
/ I.fonnd myself shnt into luxu-
rious dressing.room, and a mulat-
to was respectfully in attendance.
/ sat down and looked at him.
What is your name ~
| Robert, sir. viii be so kind
rs 10 hurry. SIR Ihey are wait
| ing on you." '' -s ssss
/ gave him the key to my port
manteau, and resigned myself to
my tate, whatever it might be-
/ But things were very strange. -.
/" Where is my uncle ." asked I,
as Robert dextrously arranged my
garnet sleeve buttons.
!. |" Your uncle9 Oh, yes, sir,''
with bad attempt at not smiling
she's with the ladies. sir"
I" How long have they lived
here2'
4 "Don't know, sir. I've only
been here q day or two. There,
\ sir, do yon want anything more n