The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-12-10

Iuaiiuns Ths scUspssSzg lifssz ozz q; 30
Bile, eo,ha Hpbed ard stnmnigd,WV
lifted into q charity eoiin, 20 ba bdstei in
Potter'e field. Dolly hung MP shabby
piece of Grape, end Sharry walked miles
that day for few flowers. The misera.
BILE svpmp fsgs strewn upon the un-
painted lid, were its only ornament, and
the two friends, dressed in their best,
who followed the cart that carried him
away, were the only ones who saw, OF
cared to see, the grave Of Jim Scarbold.
The last drop was taken, and the blood
sucker gone; but though whirling in the
downward current was easy enough. to
turn mp stream proved quito another
matter. The lively Turtle hadn't i'm
proved by it, nor for that matter the cab
either; and the pitiless mouths of their
creditors were always crying to be filed.
Suspicious glares were directed ut the
tables and chairs; horse traders dropped
In to take look at the nag, and q car
riage-maker to estimate the repairs on
the cab. Fluttering through the place
like frightened bird, poor little Dolly
was at her wits end; aud as for Shappy,
trouble and anxiety had changed him TO
the automatic embodiment of despair.
Staring at tho unhappy couple 10y the
wretched effects (his death bed bequest)
OF Jim Scarbold. A beaver over-coat,
with monte deck, and soiled pocket
handkerchief in the pockets; half a
dozon seedy remnants of shirts, an
ivory chip, pair of trousers, with two
or three stray nickels in the fob pockets,
tarnished porte monnnie, containing
three pawn duplicates of remote date,
and stuck in II corner, u whole ticket of
the Louisiana State Lottery. When the
red flag waved. and the constable, with
q dreadful Dir of proprietorship, pro-
claimed tho sale, relics like these would
naturally fluid their way to Kits pocket,
and they dr.l.
On Friday, that unluckiest of days,
the crash came, and their little all was
swallowed at gulp. Lively Turtle went
for song, and the cab didn't bring the
price of old iron. With O few rags of
clothing, and fewer paltry dollars, turned
over by the law, Dolly and Shappy
faded into q DINNER retirement. Men
were winning their thousands in those
days, and he was without nickel. Out
of work, out of spirits, and almost out
OF hope. life generally grows RETROSPECT,
tive, and Kits was no exception to the
rule. Counting closely the fragments of
the wreck, Jim Scarbold's g ticket, though
yet undrawn, was perhaps the most
doubtful article of his assets.
AS leisure, under the present condition
OF affairs, was the only luxury in which
he could indulge to an unlimited extent,
he wandered into the lottery room, and
with more curiosity than perhaps any
thing akin to hope, watched the mono
tonous turning of the wheels He gazed
vacantly at the gaping populace, and lis
tened callously to their shouts rs the
numbers were called $500; 1,OO3,
S5, 600. A yell broke from the multitude,
aud the room was in buzz.
1887. $4,000. Another yell, louder
and shriller than the first. burst forth
as if by irresistible impulse. The room
swan before his eyes. and leaping down
the door. hasty clutch at the tawdry
been mistaken. Jim Scrbohl'S loNerv
''c@sI !. ''"s ). No. 1887;
There were few complaints about
money after M,H ten strike, and few
treasures to Dolly's liking, the faithful
Shappy did not shower at her feet A
herd OF fntted calves Immediately started
for the shnmbles; and every spigot in the
wine cellar was ut once turned on. His
first burst of enthusiasm found relief in
the purchase of q gold watch and bro
cade silk; but yielding to the arguments
of the astonlshed recipient, later in the
day, Dolly was permitted to do her own
shopping.
People can't have chicken pie every
day for dinner and enjoy it. The breast
may be white as snow, and tho paste
cooked to q turn; but an era of safety
and paragoric like Nemesis 1uM como.
True. they were comfortable and had no.
thing to fear; IL king. named Solomon,
had 700 wives, and felt comfortable, too.
All that society didn't prevent the story
If the little eve lnmh: and with I'LL their