Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1873-03-13

filed with the villagers, discussing
politics, smoking their pipes, talking
of their crops and ogling him; al! o.
which was quite undressing to him
so he concluded to walk out and view
the village by moonlight. He had
hardly stepped into the entry, and
before he could close the door, ere he
heard a voice inquire
"Who is that gentleman ?"
His name is Blumble, he's from
Boston," replied the landlord.
Blumble, from Boston?" chimed
in third voice, and then added
You don't say so" followed by
long low whistle of astonishment.
Bundle stepped off the piazza and
walked up the village street. He had
scarcely walked twenty yards before
he was aware of being followed.
Giving the matter but little thought,
however, he turned from the road
into pleasant lane that, wended its
way toward some half-dozsn farm
houses, until he came to a rustic seat,
upon which he threw himself, and
was soon oblivious to all the world
excepting the business affairs of
Hood, Silver & Blumbie. He'sat
until his cigar was consumed, when
he was aroused to the world around
him by the village clock striking opt
ten. Buttoning his coat closely
around him, he hurried down the
lane toward the hotel +; as he turned
from the lane into the great road he
was suddedly and not very softly
seized by the throat, by the shoul !ers,
and by the coat-tails, by at least a
dozen hands. He was rather too
much surprised to speak. even if he
had chance to-; yhe hands so tight
ly clenched around his throat would
have prevented his speaking if he
had not been go greatly surprised.
As he could not speak he listened
very patiently to some half dozen
EXPLANATIONS of CHOW we've got
you!'
Something desperate must be done,
so Blumble struck the fellow that
held him by the throat full in the
face, knocking him down, and then
cried out as though he expected that
this would be the last chance he ever
would have to speak.
What the deuce are you about p
The striking question had a miracu-
lous effect upon the numerous hands
distributed about his person, and
Blumble was free. He waited a few
moments to regain his breath, then
looking around him, asked very en-
ergetically.
What does all this mean ?"
1t means that il you don't prom
ise to leave town and not go to see
Mary Gay again, we'll just hide you,
and then ride you out Of town on a
rail, said The young man, the recipi-
ent of the blow, who had regained
his feet.
Leave town? Mary Gay? Why.
I do not understand what you mean, :"
remarked BIumble, considerably mys-
tilted.
"Well, sir" interrupted anosnsr
voice, eve mean that you've co;.Ie
here from Boston to court Mary { :.
and you mean to cut out Billy Hi i,
here; now if you don't give up Ma
and leave town tonight we'll piteh
you into the mill-pond."
Hold on moment, said Blum
BILE; II think you must have go
hold of the wrong person. as have
not the acquaintance Of Miss Gay,
nor in fact Of any other lady in this
place. But want you tounderstand
one thing distinctly, and that is, I
shall not leave town until I get tready. y"
Something about Blumble's man
ner seemed to convince the young
men that he was in earnest, for they
uttered various expressions, such as,
"That's a likely story!" Hes sgass-
ing !"' Il don't believe that, etc.
Men invariably express doubts when
being convinced of something they
had rather not believe.
For a few moments the whole party
remained in silence; then one of the
young denizens Of P. broke the spell
by asking:
Amt your name Blumble?"
Yes, sir.
"And you are from Boston?"
Yes, sir.
"And don't know Mary Gay ?"
"Well, that's strange! She said
his name was Blamble, and that's
your name; he b longs to Boston, and
so do you; now you've been right up
by her house, and we believe you We
been there to see her. Don't we Bill?'
Yes we do, replied tligdy.
We'll, young men, said Blumble,
IF you don't believe me, go ask the
young lady herself.
This proposition was met with ap-
proval by the whole party. SO Blum
BILE started back up the lane. accom-
panied by large escort before, be-
hind, and on each side of him. They
filed into the yard, and crowded OIL
the stepsof neat looking farm house,
and Higdy knock d at the door. In
f.w moments one OF the chamber
windows was opened and a protruding
bead asked:
Who's there ?"
Come down to the door minute,
Squire, will you?" asked Bill
Why, what do you wnnt?" in
CURED tns voice in the chamber win
dow above.
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