The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1872-09-07

itaatfthe,next stopping place sa1aa ,d
The resultwa that both, for season
!"didsthe State somesss vice. 4 "a s
Mr. and Mrs. Mari Twain's Diff
de bas 4iiaieA Guilty asoa ,s H.
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az lAs REPORTED BF NH MrT9. A..
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4i,,ss. ii,,,ss r '1ouyM PAT t0uss s!ases
nc. T objected 3 frs. T.appeariang Tep pa, aY
at Tie Rink in rolzek. s sLsnfes4-.A scene.
aMr. T.--Holds yoiils clatter. Z I tell
iyousayou shau'. bring odiu m upon the
family byscyours sdissEsccfal attempts to
skate, sprawliug area|lds with your big
fee. like COW p.oughissg her way down
hiii in slippery weasltars CShows how I
Jaybe you wouldnit bs So handy about t
displaying those feet of !. yours if you
knew what occurred tShent ] took your
shoes down TO ges ,eui Jended. -
Mrs. T.-What was it? Tell me
what it was2~Tel mesthis.minute 1
just know it's one of your lies ! ug
Mr.. T.--oh, Dond+mind-; it ain't of
any consequence, go,tasbed. !. sbn i 4,
Mrs. T.-But it is of CONSEQUENCE.
You have got to tell me you shan't
agsravate me in th'ssSys; Iawon't go to
bed till / know what it Twas. 4-s,. {, -,
Mr.-0h it wasa't any thing. n.
Mrs. MI .sls.as,tsD Deeser. Ydn re
just doing this to Five me to distrac.
tion. What did that shoemaker say
about my shoes? What did he do ?
Qnick j nGsustling 8 up to him with
clerched hands. .
Mr.. T.-WeM, if you must know,
he-he-however, it is ofno conseq uence.
Mrs. T.--Mr. Twain! (Shakiug hcr
fist in his face ds IS. 3
Mr.. T.-Well, tsvk i. and gazed on
it long time in silence, and chen b lrss
into tearsse (SIrows how.
Mrs. T.-Why, you born fool Twain.
are you going stark, staring crazy?
MIR. Tie just stood heysasd uept
AS if his heart would hrnke, poor devil!
There, now let's go to bed
Mrs. T.-Bed, you lunasic ( Iflnever
close my eyes till / know what that
idiot WAS crying iabout--and you won't
either, ] can tell you that. Come!
Mr.. T.-Oh, it don't matter
Mrs. Twain, if you say that again,
I'll make you sorry for it. Wha. was
that mum skull crying about?
Mr.. T.-W-e-l |, he, hc-
Mrs. T.-W-eEl, he. Out with it.
Do you want mo to--to-Twain I'll
snatch them pet ear.locks off till tn he
side CT your heads as bald as the top of
my hand.
Mr.. T.-Well, he-poor fellow, he
fairly do'ed on his grand nother-fairly
dotted on hur. She had nurseG him,
YOU know. because his sna:har was so
feeble, and. soTswell,f hs came to thi,
country fifteen years ago, and first he
set up in The vegetable line, and got
along pretty we'll and was about to
s'nd to England for the old lady, when
hard times came and he got broke. He
went Into fruit then, and after that into
milk-into all sorts of thugs, you know;
but he got disappointed every time, till
this present business fetcsed hfns out
all right, and he sent right off for the
old woman. She landed here four
weeks ago. but died the same night. 1t
was hard afucs all his waiting and toll
ing for fifteen years, to get hep over at
last and have her die Oh his hands. He
-he-well, he was disguised. How
ever. lie laid her out, and he and his
friends sat up with her, and by and by
the memories of her virtues softeped his
bitterness and; turned it into tender
griei--a settled melancholy that hung
about his spirit like pail for many
days: However, by patiently striving
to keep sud thoughts out of his mind he
WAS fualiy beginning 10 regain some of
old-tinle 'cheerfuiness, when your shoe
reminded him SO painfully Of his poor
saihted grandmother coffin.
Mrs THAT, you brute. (slaps
his face.) Aud if you dare to come
back here again I'll kick you out again,