Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1877-10-04

that she loves me as fendly as do her."
II shall be satisfied if she only makes you
happy, Washington. But, remember, no
matter what may happen, I shall always re-.
main your-your friend" sobbed Elizabeth,
burying her face in the 6nger.board OF the
piano with discordant crash, and bursting
into tears.
Gentle reader, this was becoming decidedly
affecting; and although / am decidedly fond
of affecting scenes, objected very strongly
to having one on the night before my wedding,
in company with such charming woman as
Mrs. Elizabeth Beasely, because was afraid
might forget myself. So Ihurriedly bade
her Goodnight, and sought my chamber, leav.
ing the widow to dry her tears with the pedal
of the piano.
Now you, my dear fellow, I dare say, did
not sleep wink the night before you were
married but did. I am not of nervous
temperament, and I had clear conscience.
was at peace with the whole world. l had
eaten light supper, consisting of slice OF
cold ham, with mustard. an oyster stew, some
cold boiled cabbage and beef, with few tur.
nips, carrots, beets, spoonful of squash,
slice of dry toast and cup of tea. so you
see there was nothing to hinder my sleeping;
and, consequently, the moment my head
touched the pillow my eyes closed, and l
Aoated off to the land of dreams. ..,s
"Tis morn-the orange-mantled sun,
Breaks through the fading gray"
I started from my sleep, and rubbed my
eyes. NY brain was confused, and l stared
wildly around me- There was sickening
odor in the room. Where was I? Was this
nv wedding day? I could not collect my
scattered thoughts. Did I dream still? No;
this was my chamber, and that was the Wild
ow's voice that I heard in the hall below.
Presently there was knock at the door.
"Who's there p ......
"Me-Elizabeth. o, Washington we
have been robbed !"
I arose, partly dressed myself, threw on my
dressing gown, and opened the door. Eliza
beth gave one glance at me, screamed, and,
turning hastily, rushed down stairs. l fol.
lowed her, wondering what the matter could
be. In the hall encountered Smith, one of
the boarders. He looked at me, and turned
as pale as death.
"It's one of the burglarsp' he cried. And,
with howl of terror, he burst into the di.
ning-room, and throwing himself from win
dow, ran down the street screaming "Mur-
derW
"Egad |" said I; "they're playing game
on me, but they'll have to play it without
my assistance. I'll go back to my room and
Dress" ..... ... S. -...-l.
But I had just reached the foot Of the
stairs, when the widow put her head in at the
front door. She drew back, screaming
"Come, come!" said 1. "This thing is
played out"
dts his voice." said the widow, her face
once more appearing at the door. .
"Whose voice should I have but my own p
I asked, rather testify.
ats his nosep
Then she came forward and took me by the
hand.
20, Washington p she cried, beginning to
sob; "where-where is your hair?"
Smith, Jones and jerks came in just then.
at is he" said Smith.
eyes, it's he," said Jones.
"I'm sure of that nose," said jerks. "But
where is his hair :"
At that instant the cook came up and
grasped me by the arm.
20, Mr.. Wadman, where's your hair? ?"
"You think you're wonderful funny" said
I, with sneer, and glance that took in the
widow, Smith, Jones, jerks and the cook.
"You think you're playing nice joke on me,
don't your And suppose you consider your
conduct ladylike, madam? And you are
trio of perfect gentlemen, no doubt; but l
don't think SO"
"Why, the mans crazy !" said Jones.
"Mad as March hare! !" said jerks.
"He really thinks he has got head Of ="
But Smith was interrupted by the entrance
of my old friend Woodward, who advanced
toward me with serious countenance, and
placing his mouth to my ear, asked, in sor-
rowful tone of voice.. .... .. ..
"Wbere the deuce is your hair, Wadman ?"
"Et tu Brute" I cried, tearing myself
away from him. And then, bounding up
stairs, 1 rushed into my room.
cam 1 mad ?" 1 asked myself; cor are
they crazy? Ny head does feel queer rath-
er light and alphabetically cool, too" l
raised my hand to it. "Good heavens where
is ny hair p
Then ran to the mirror. The sight was
too terrible, for my head had been shaved
clean, and my face painted, with iodine |
screamed and tainted When I awoke to
consciousness, found myself reclining in the
widows arms. All the boarders, the cook,
the chambermaid, and the waiting maid, we're
gathered around me.
20 horrible |" I groaned. 20, Elizabeth,
do tell me the meaning of this !" and | placed
my hands upon my head.
"Tell him." said the widow; "I can't"
"Why, you see, Wadman," began Smith,
"the house was entered last night by bur-
glars. They took all Mrs. Beasely's silver
ware, and every thing else of value they
could lay their hands on. They took my gold
watch, confound 'em and we suppose that,
just for the fun of thing, they gave you chic.
roform. and then shaved your head and paint
ed your face with iodine"
"And-O heavens! this is my wedding
dayw And again swooned.
When I again opened my eyes the compa.
ny had retired, all excepting Woodward and
the widow, who still supported my unprotect-
ed :. poll: psI e.,:., .... -. w ..;, H..
widow.
eyes," I faltered "it would have been
horrible under any circumstances, but at pres
ent how much more 30, on this, my wedding
day|
"The wedding will have to be postponed" :"
said Woodward II will 90 to Mrs. Cord
wells and tell her what has happened"
"No, no; I'll 60 myself" l cried, starting
up.
what with that head and facet"
"It's the only head and face I've got to 60
with and the wedding can't be postponed.
Do you remember my uncle's will"
uIInfor,,nota mont had forpotten the