The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-07-07

glare. !Ihet hard words had fallen MS
harmless on JOS ear-drum as the kicks
upon his impassive frame. To do JOS
master justice, the kicks were not vicious
kicks, and the rough language was but
an intimation that despatch was needed.
10; and as: he rolled along the passage
to fetch lantern, his mouth expanded
into still broader grin at the honor of
attending soIstatelya gentleman. Quick,
like his master, too, was 10 to disorimi-
nate between 'real gentle-folks" and the
"white trash" whose rough coated, rope
harnessed mules were the general occu-
pants of his stables. d.
Splendid pair, SIR" said the now
conciliating landlord. "Shove some O.
them mules out into the shed, 10, (which
your horses ii feel moro to hum in my
new stalls, Gen'ral.'O or. - .8
Again cautioning his man Plato not to
leave them one moment, Colonel Dema-
rion turned to enter the house.
You'll find q rough crowd in here,
sir, said the host, as he paused on the
threshold; "but o good fire, anyhow.
Talnt many of these loafers as under
stands this convention business-I pre-
vention-they all on 'em thinks they
does. tho. Fact, most on 'em thinks
they'd orter be on the committee them
selves. Good many on 'em is from
Char'ston to-day, but is in the same fix
as yerself, Gen 'ral-can't get across the
river tonight"
"I see; see," cried the statesman,
with gesture towards the sitting room.
Now. what have you got in your larder.
MIR. Landlord? aid send some supper
out to my servant; he must make q bed
of the carriage mats tonight
The landlord introduced his guest into
a room filled chiefly with that shiftless
and noxious element of Southern society
known as ''mean whites" Pipes and
drinks, and excited arguments, engaged
these people, as they stood or sat in
groups. The host addressed those who
were gathered round the log-fire, and
they opened way for the newcomer,
some few, with republican freedom, in
vltlng him to be seated, the rest giving
one furtive glance, and then, in apathy
born of envy, skulking away
The furniture of this comfortless apart
ment consisted of sloppy, much jagged
deal tables, dirty whitfield benches, and
few uncouth chairs. The walls were
dingy with accumulated tobacco stains,
and SO moist and filthy was the floor,
that the sound only of scraping seats and
heavy footsteps told that it was Of boards
and not bare earth.
Seated with his hack towards the ma
jority of the crowd, and shielded by his
newspaper, Colonel Demarion sat awhile
unobserved; but was presently recog-
nized by q man from his own Immediate
neighborhood, when the Information
was quickly whispered about that no less
q person than their distinguished Con-
gresham was among them.
This piece of news speedil.- found it's
way to the ears of the landlord, to whom
Colonel Demarion was known by name
only, and forthwith he re-appeared, to
overwhelm the representative of his
State with apologies for the uncourteous
reception which had been given him,
and to express his now very sincere re-
grets that the house offered no suitable
accommodation for the gentleman. Sa-
tisied as to the safety OF his chattels, the
Colonel generously dismissed the idea of
having anything either to resent or to
forgive; and assured the worthy host
that he would accept of no exclusive in
diligence.
In spite of which the landlord hustled
about to bring in separate table, on
which he spread n clean but coarse cloth,
and q savory Of broiled ham, hot corn
cakes and coffee; every few minutes stop
ping to renew his apologies, and even
appearing to grow contidentially commu-
nicative regarding his domestic econo-
mics; until the hungry traveller cut him
short with Don't say another word
about it, my friend; you have not q spare
sleeping room, and that is enough Find
me corner-a clean corner" looking
round upon the most unclean corners
of that room--'perhaps up stairs some
where, and"
"Ah! up stairs, Central. Now that's
Jest what had in my mind to ax you.
Fact is, ther' is spar room upstairs, as
comfortable n room as the best of folks
can wish; but"
"But it's crammed with sleeping folks,
so there's an end of it," cried the Sc
nator, thoroughly bored.
"No, sir, amt no person in it; and
ther' ain't no person likely to be in it
'cept tits yerself, Colonel Demarion.
Lenstways-"
After good deal of hesitation and
embarrassment, the host, in mysterious
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