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

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tlored coachman bowed before me. a.,
Beg pardon, sir, Mr. SMITH.
"Gartisgs q in yspi;ing 1T; e Step this way
| T followed him, wondering if indeed
my uncle had sent up q carriage. It
used to be my aunt's pet hobby-a
barouohe, with the old English coat-of-
arms, which had, indeed, belonged to
US, but had been in disuse since Che i'm
poverishment of Raleigh Smith, of Eng
land. wasn't quite sure what they
we're, but believed that it was q sword
and helmet upon piece of parch-
ment, but it is proved to be pen and o
sword against palette, which was very
appropriate, as there had been scholars,
artists and military men among our
ancestors.
"All wellP" asked, good humoredly.
"All well" answered Sambo, with q
grin, shutting the door. Then he look
ed back to say, with another grin:
s'Ladies very gay this mornin'."
If my stately aunt and cousin wero
so laughed little, and Sambo chuckled
again and jumped upon his seat. We
ratified through the streets, under al
arch, up an avenue. Things began to
loci, strange.
"Whero are we?" I asked, as Sambo
opened the carriage door. 'sDo they
live here?"
eyes, sir. Here's Mr.. Dunbar, sir"
at the Same moment, an elderly gen
tleman rushed out in the terrace to meet
me.
s'Why, Smith, you are wonderfully
late, he exclaimed. shaking hands with
me.
"The cars ran off the track" answered
I; and before could say anything else
he hustled me into the house.
"Everything ready. Hurry with your
toilet and come down. Pity you trimmed
your whiskers 80 close; it alters your ap-
pearance very much. Robert, help Mr..
Smith dress. Right in here, Smith.
Hurry now-the ladies are waiting"
I found myself in a luxurious dress-
ing-room, and a mulatto was respectful
ly in attendance. sat down and looked
at him.
''Robert, sir. Will you be so kind as
to hurry, sir? They are waiting for
you"
I gave him the key to my portmanteau
and resigned myself to my fate, whatso-
ever it might be. But things were very
strange.
''Where is my uncle?" asked I, as Ro-
bert de1terously arranged my garnet
sleeve-buttons.
"Your uncle? Oh, yes, SIR" with
bad attempt at not smiling, ''he's with
the ladies, SIR"
"How long have they lived here?"
"Don't know, sir. I've only been here
q day or two. There, sir; do you want
anything more?"
No; was arrayed in my best apparel,
and looked we'll, though my whiskers,
instead of being trimmed, were of early
growth, and had mover been of any
length. I was met at the foot of the
stairs by the irrepressible Mr.. Dunbar.
cts oil fixed" said he. you'll be-
married at once. I had different ar
rangements made was going to give
you and Rose q chance to get little ac-
quainted; but that railroad delay spoiled
that. The Rev. Mr.. Lawson is here.
Come right along. A stiff upper lip,
now."
He led mo into long reception room.
Some ladies shook hands with me. A
tiny, golden-haired creature was put at
my side. The clergyman married us.
Then there was clatter of conglatula-
tions. One woman with o horrible scar
let head-dress, put her hand on my arm
and drew me aside.
"What arrangement have you made for
the trip?" asked she.
''None," answered, truthfully.
"But you are going to New York for
week or two?"
I thought New York was rs good
place to 60 as any, if 1 was expected to
go somewhere, and answered eyes"
''Aunt Sophy." said little trembling
voice Mt our elbows, "what must do
now?"
"Run up stairs and put on your travel
ing dress, child. Your Aunt Margaret
will assist you"
It was my wife. She never looked at
me, but ran away again. Refreshments
were circulating. I tried very hard not
to 60 crazy. At last Dunbar come to me
again.
"All ready. Smith. Carriage is wait
ing; ycn'!! catch the evening train with
smart driving"
They hustled me out again, kissed
Rose, and shook hands with me, and we
two alone were driving pell-mell to the