The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-10-28

And never was such spotless worth,
By seraph's hands upborne to Heaven.
Neto Orleans Times.
SMITHS GOOD LUCK.
I was always lucky fellow, and the
most fortunate thing that ever hap
pened to me was being born Smith.
Listen:
Three years ago had just been Tilted,
and was out of money. That doesn't
sound very lucky; bnt it was the prelude
to the best of luck. I concluded to go
into the country, down at Plymouth, to
my unole's house-partially that the
murmurs Of the sea might soothe my in
ward perturbation, partly to save a
months board. stepped on board the
early down train. It was full of silly
o'clock passengers. mostly men. The
fog was hugging the banks, and clinging
to the FURNISHED surface of the tide. I
suppose poet could have made some.
thing pretty out of the sight, but only
wrapped myself closer in my overcoat,
and looked OF it sulkily. After while I
got listening to two men who sat behind
me.
"a pretty girl with q fortune isn't al
ways to be had for the asking"
ooh, but the girl isn't asked, I take it.
It's all arranged by her aunts, and she'll
acquiesce. She's shining pretty, but q
mere child-not sixteen, believe. They
had another fellow booked for her, but
he died down in New Orleans of the
yellow fever last fall"
s'And she's never seen this Smith,"
''No, nor they neither. The aunts
plotted with Mr.. Dunbar, the guardian,
and he picked Smith up for them. open
ed q correspondence, and got Rose to
write letter or two. Smith processes
to be in love with her letters, and her
picture; but Of course it's her money
$4,000 if she marries before she's seven
teen"
eff the girl amounts to anything, it's
deuced shame"
''She does amount to something. She
has the making of splendid woman in
her; but nobody knows it, or cares.
They were bent only on saving the
money for her. If she forfeits it, it
goes to some pet charity of her crazy old
grand-father's. He was always an old
tyrant, and as eccentric as the Deuce"
"You know Smith?"
"Only by sight, but know chum of
his-Burton- got the story, with
copy of letter of the girls. I've seen
her many time down on the shore,
always with her dragon aunts.''
"Where's the letter."
''I've got it here in my wallet. Now,
you know the right sort of man
wouldn't have his girls letter hawked
about among his associates. He let
Burton take this copy, and Burton
gave it to me. Let me see-this is it.
Listen:
"'Dear Mr.. Smith: My aunts wish mo
to reply to your kind letter. do not
know what to say. am not accus-
toned to writing to gentlemen; but I
must tell you that h was sorry to have
aunty Sophy send you that picture of
me; am not near 80 pretty; it hatters
me very much. You are so handsome
that you will want beautiful wife; so I
don't think you ought to be deceived. I
say must on account of the money; and
perhaps it may turn out right. 1 am
very lonely here. would like to live in
large city, and aunt Sophy says you
would do everything to please me.
"'Have you any sisters? Will your
mother like me? 7 always wanted sis
ters md mother of my own. I don't
know what else to tell you, except that
if you love me. will do whatever you
want me to. Very truly yours,
"'ROSE ROGERS.
There we're comments upon, and
laughing discussion of the letter, which
was certainly very unique. But as we
ratified along there was q bump, shock,
the cars stood still, and everybody was
in CONSERVATION.
''We are of the track; be patient n
little while" said the conductor, passing
through.
But in consequence of this little acci-
dent, it was o'clock before we got
down to Plymouth. AS we swarmed out
upon the platform, noticed very pale
young man, far unlike myself in looks,
emerge from the foremost car-his coat
sleeve torn out, and violent purple
bruise on his forehead.
"If that should be the !loyer, Smith,
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