The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1877-03-29
a From the Carolina Spartan.
How Timothy Tug Mnggins Came to
{t~n-s,g Grief About His Gal.


DsarSPartaiIH Having no especial
Insgs, ! prcFpeae giving yeur readers
"a little romance in real life, that hap.
Paneds many years go--"How Tim.
oihy Tug Muggins came TO grief about
lfis gSf." Some time, near the close
of our late unpleasantness, we met up
with an Old acquaintance, the verita
bic Tim, who was always full of fun,
and ~enjo. ed GOOD joke--especially
on bimself-and could tell them in
such a romantic way, that lie never
failed to excite the risible qualities of
his listeners. ,laI#@a a#9
f'4e the above meeting he appeared
to be, as usual, full of fun, and his
eyes sparkled, as though bis thoughts
ran back to some laughaBle event in
his history So he says to me-:
"Captain, did you ever hear of the.
scrape / had with the gal I was cour.'
atin' when'I first set out gallin'9"
II "No, Tin',' says /, 'let us hear from
1t. ."zszsqrs ..-. ..,.-'
rg"Well Captain, when I first made
my debut in that time, I had hank
eFing after one of the sweetest, funni
ests most nlischievous little fairies
that ever made tracks in the sand; in
fact ! have seen her tracks in the
sand and felt like shoveling it upon
piite bark and carrying it with me, it
looked 80 nice. But as was going
to say, she was coming over the En-
oree, and / had to- meet her on Sat-
urday night at neighbor Draytont;
so during the week l says, isis Bee,
1want you to wash up my Sunday
siirt by Saturday night, l am going
to,see my .gal." ooh, Tim,' she said,
4 washed your shirt just two weeks
ago, and you've only worn it twice; /
am not always going to be washing
your shirt" says, "never mind,
Bee, | am going there to see my Di-
anah, and there may be a fortune in
store for unexpectedly if dig it out
You know. | must be in my best
bib and tucker."' She caved in, and
cure enough Saturday evening my
shirt was handed out; and such nice
whiteand smooth gentleman angels
might coves. But it was starched
from top to bottom 50 that it would
stand alono. I hollered out, ISIS
Bee, what in the ID did you starch
this thing all the way through for,
You have certainly put the last pound
of flour OH the place in it." Blu. she
saya, ''hever mind; did right; you
tend to our own lusiness.'t So this
time | knocked under, and after
breaking the lower extreln;.ies, ]
wriggled into it, and put on my bla, k
and only suit had. In few min
utcs | could have been seen vending
my way On foot to Neighbor Dray-
toms, and landed about dark, and
sure enough my dulcet was there up
to timo and brimful and running over
with devilment aud fun, as usual
Old man Drayton had sever al sons
and daughters of bis own; and such
lively and pleasant time we had don't
q Il
often tall to the lot OF mortals, and
about that time. I would not have
changed places tor any place above
"r below that ] ever heard or read of
But eternal felicity ain't the lot. for
mortals here, especially me, 1 don't
care how hard he works. was too
happy tor it to last; so things had to
change, and they did change. Ny
gal, confound her, could make house
OF mourning laugh, il she tried. She
had just finished ono of her funniest,
and l sorter screwed OH the chair to
give hearty laugh, and, my heav-
ems well it ain't worth while to
eay--such noise | could neither see
nor hear. l have heard it thunder
many times, heard the Blakely guns
IN Charleston that shot 700 pound
bNlla; and heard the "Long Tom"