The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1872-12-27
"I never see such atrembling,' I says to

ma'ana,' he SAVE. The excitement 6d IT. Two
hundred and fifty seven ladies OF the nrs1 rank
and fashion had their heads got up on tnas ocI
casion by this hand, and my sother one:
VAS At It eight and forty hours on my feet.
ma'sm, Without rest. 1t was Powder Dali,
ma,am. We have Powder piece at Myefpool:
HAVE not the pleasure, he ssys, LOOKING at
ma our1ous, of addressing Mrs. GampF
g Camp sm, SIR I replies. 'boan my
name and natur. ,,..., .s.,,,
mousta che and wiskers. rna'am 2 he says. I've
s g Drst my beeograffer, sir,'I says she has
given me no region to Wish TO EMO" any'sius
".Oh. Missis Camp, ask your pardenCiI
never SEE. such q polite man, MRS. aarllsl
sP'rsps he says, If you're not OF me Parsy' to YOU
don't know who 1t was that asalsbeo you An'o
Ia ssNo, ST. I says, I don't, indeed
atWhy ma'am, he says, wisperin, that was
'SF "'Hhas George. sirf I don't know no
''ffs ssfhse great George, ma'am,' says he. The
Croukshanks.'
"H youal believe me, Mrs. Harris, l turn
mv head. and see the very man making PICS
tnra of me on this thumb nail, at the Wlnder
whijs another of 'em-s tall, slim, melancholy
cent. with dark hair and bage vlce-looks
over hIs shoulder, with his head @ one SIDE a'
| II he understood the aubject, and cody says,
I,1a @ dr.,pned her several timea--in Punch, he
s.ys too. The owdncious wretch y.
St (which never touches, MIR. Wilson, re-
marks ont loud-I could't have helped it, Mrs.
Harris, IL Won had took my life for 1t 'Whlcn
| I never touches, MIR. Wilson, on account Oh tne
lemonl
n.Hush + says Mr.. Wilson. There he Is !
III only see lat gentleman with curly DiscA
iorm sa aPa pabbins bis two hands over another
"a II he was washing Of 'em, and shaking Ms
head and shoulders very much; and was won"
dering wot Mr.. Wilson meant wen he says.
There's Dougladge, Mrs: Camp, says ne
aMrs Rarris, wen I see that little william
boa,Iv before me, 1t give me suoh turn that
was ali ia . tremble. II hadn't lost my um-
h,ailer in the cab, must have done him an In.
inry With it. oh, tho brssian little traitor
r;Qht among tho ladies. Mrs. harris; !ooklng
h,s wickedest and deceitfullest eyes while ne
was a talking to 'em; laughing at his own Jokes
ss iond AZ Won please, holding his hat in one
hand to cool hisself, and tossing back ms iron.
or,v mon of a head of hair with the other, as II
f. was 40 much shavings- MRS. Harrls,
see him. getting encouragement rom the
pretty deIooded creatures, which never knoHa
that sweet saint, Mrs. O., as l did, and being
Created With as much confidence as II he'd
naver violated none OF the domestic ties, and
never showedu up nothing oh, the aggrawa:
t;on Of that Dougladgel Mrs. harris II
hadn't apologiged to Mr.. Wilson, and put
little bottle to my lips, which was IN my
pocket for the journey, and which ls very rare
indeed I have about me, I could not have
bared the sight OF hlm-there, Mrs. harris!
conld not ii must have tore him, or have give
way and tainted. ~ -
.syyhile the bell was ringing, and the lug.
osos Of the hammertoors in geat confuslon-an
= IItter'ry indeed-was handled up, Mr.: Wilson
demeens hissef potter than ever. THAT ne
in9 gentleman, that lady with little basket
was a taking care on, 'is another OF our party.
He's author CONTINUALLY going up the
valley of the Muses., Mrs. Camp. There he
saws. alludin toa fine looking, portly gentle:
man. with face like Q amiable full moon, and
= short, mild gent, with pleasant SMILE Is
two more of our artists. Mrs. g., well be.
kuowed at the Royal Academy, as sure as
stones is stones and eggs is eggs. This reso-
Int GENT, he says, "a coming along here ss is
apparently going to take the railways by
storm-him with the tight legs, aud his weskit
very much buttoned, and his mouth very
much shut, and his coat flying open, and his
heels giving it to the platform, is q cricket
and beeograffer, and our principal tragegian.
sRnt Who eays I, when the bell had left OF
and the train had begun to move, who, MIR. Will
son, is the wild gent in the perspirstion, that's
been tearing up and down al this time with
a great boz of papers under his arm, talking
to everybody very indistinct, and exciting OF
hinaseli dreadfuliyr why ssys Mr.. Wilson.
With q smile. Because, sir,' says, he's
being left behind Good Godp cries Mr.. VIII
son, turning pale aud putting out his head, it's
your beeoernffar-the Manager he has
eot the money, Mrs. Gampp Hous'ever, some
one ohucked him into the train and We went
of. At the first shreek Of the whistle, Mrs:
Harris, turned white, for I had took notice OF
some Of them dear oreeturs as Was the cause OF
my being in company, and know'd the dan,
man, puts his hand on mine, and says Mrs.
Camp, calm yourself; it's only the 1nRein."