The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1872-12-14

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oflerD pressing business as an excuse Tor
not having written before, to sue for.
pardon for p ST negligence, and to assert.
1hat. his,a afe ctiUns GwSere still uhaltered
intido nnalterable. So he ur.buricd his
face, and pehned the tender missiye full
0ii tfalsthoods and stale love, which he
dispqtchcd with the fullest confidence
that Polly Ann s ould be very happy to-
receive ,it.l r Bdt' alas !for poor human
aeSpectatiqns! Polly AIMS letter came :,
1t was brief she told BIumble she had
htard of.his attentions to the city lady,
that She had almost forgotten him, and
was going to marry Jerry Smike, the
village blacksmith tic next week She
returned to Tom his his earliest efforts
in lovc-lctter writing and lock OF his
hair, and requested him to return to her
sundry articles in that line that he had
recsiyrd from her,
From that day Blumblc announced
himself to the world rs woman -hatcr.
He ha bccn false to one woman, aud
one woman hid tricktd hin. So he
cried down the whole sex. The time
whieh BlumRle had heretofore divided
Between lore and business was now dc
voted to business exclusively, an1 ia
conequcnea he received one promotion
alter another, until he had the pleasure
ot seeing his own name the third on the
sign. over the door which he had frs;
entered as an errand boy. I don't be
| iicve lie rcmenbcrc that there were any
SHch persons i'll the world ,,is HIATT e
Elton and Polly Ann. the lirst day that
the new sign raised.
1t WAS us the junior member Of the
firm that Blumble hid travelled through
the New England States two ycars ago
last Fall with samples, receiving orders
During his t'ur he remained in the
pretty village Of T., n. H., one fine
night in October He sat in the bar
room alter supper, smoking his Gig #.
until 1t became filled with the villagers
scus>lng politics, smoking their pipes,
talking of their crops and osling him :;
all OF (which was quite unirteresting To
hm, so he concluded to walk out aud
view the village by moonlight He had
hardly stepped into the entry, and be-
iore he could close the door, ere he
heard a voice inquire 80,
'Nho is that, gentleman
Ills name is Blumble, hes from Bos
ton, replied the landlord.
" Blumble, from Boston 2 chimcl in
a third voice, and then added, You
don't sny so! followed By long low
whistle of astonishmrnt.
Bumble stepped off the piazza and
walked up the village street. lie had
scarcely walked tweAty yards before he
was aware Of being followed. Giving
the matter but little thought, however,
he turned from the road into pleasant
lane that wenaed its way toward some
halidozen farm houses, until he came TO
rustic seat, upon which he threw him.
self, and Was soon ublivious 20 all tie
world excepting the business afflirs of
Hood, Silver Il Blumblc' He sat un
~ his cigar was consumed, when he WAS
aroused to the world around him by tho
| village clock striking out ton Blttou-
iaS his coat closely around him, he hur-
! ricd down the lane toward the hotel:
rs he turned from the lane into the
great road he was suddenly aud not
very softly seized ty the tLroat, by the
shoulders, and by The coat-tails, by at
least dozen hands. lie was rather too
much surprised to speak. even if lie had
a chance, to; the hands SO tightly
clcnchcd around his throat would have
prevented his speaking if he had not
been greatly surprised IA he could
not speak he listened very patieatly to
some half dozen EXPLANATIONS of. ow.
we've got your & " u TK yT
i Something desperate must be done,
SO Blnmble struck the fellow that held
l@hin by the throat full in the face,
Knocking him down, and thcn cried out
as though be expected that this would
| be the last chance he cvor would have
to speak.
what the deuce are yyop about 2 81
The strikipg question had a m;racu-
lous effect upon he numerous hands
distributed about his person, and Blum
bic was free. He waited few mo.
nen,s to regain his breath, then look