The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1880-07-15
willinsnston,.

The usual quiet OF our littlo village was
disturbed las. Tuesday by the arrival
Of one of the young lawyers. from youi
town. you know ours 40 such o peaceful
community that the moro appearancB OF
q lawyer creates no little commotion.
Very feW moments sufiioed TO inform the
Scwtf that precisely Mt o'clock p. M. tho
case or j. J, Cooley against the Town
Council would be tried, Judge Plnscn
presiding. It seems that tho Council
refused to pay Mr. Cooley for building
the foot bridge across the creek, basing
aeo1 not naceaaariiy ,be mcntioned |;
o. tace II to say that there 10 O diversity
of opinion as to who Ia iu the wrong.
Tho defendant having no Counsel, for
reason which VIII hereafter be given,
suppose, ESr. ). b. Rogers. tho InteDdant
case himself, We did not; have the
pleasure of. hearing tho speech; of Mr.
Rogers, nor that OF Mr.. Breazeale, your
handsome youEg townsman, but Judging
from what we Lave been able 20 gatfer
from thoDe wlo wero present. Mr.. Rogers
elcquenco disturbed the dry bones OF
to an honorable position among tho
mothers or silver-tongued orators. Mr..
Breezeale's cool and deliberate manner
OF doing thinga made quito an impression
upon oil pertiel present, and ana quito
sure that the citizens, OF Williamson
would be glad to havo him visit the
ance is.not always oininous OF pending
lawsuit. The case resulted In mis-
trial what the future may bring out OF
10 Is not known....,.One of the ladies' OF
our town is to write o novel soon, which
will doubtless. prove very interesting to
untitled, "Ramhles under an oat Pile"
.anggested by an adventure of Mr.. O. E.
Horton few days ago. One OF tho ga
ges or Willlamston suggests that the
word "Sadn,bled' would be moro appro-
pirate, and no doubt you will agree With
him when you learn tho nature of the
case, Mr.. Horton wa sitting in his barn
window throwing oats to his rear as they
were pitched to him by his little eight
year old son from the wagon below.
Tossing his balance by como means Mr..
Horton fell 60 the floor, and shook II
sufiicient to bring down upon him the
entire stacl. Of oats, which was By no
means small one. He sorambIeh earn
estly. but with one foot still hanging TO
the window he soon found that all efforts
to extricate himself were useless. His
little son appreciatiDg the helpless condl-
ton of his father, to add to the novelty OF
the affair rolled or she wagon, and afsSss-
gathering himself up es quickly. an puasi-
Bile ran to tho nearest storp. or course
oil who heard tho story of the child ran
to assist tho buried man, Soon o con-
siderable crowd had gathered. end while
some were speoulating as to the best
means for the speedy reconciliation OF their
unfortunate neIghbor, Tom Rogers and
Aass:.aaI Ciunavnt grabbed him, as they say,
blythe hiad leg and dragged him out,
somewhat to their astonishment, how
ever, as they expected only 70 be abieto get
one leg at time. He was neither
bruised nor scratched, but was the
worst frightened man nat ever wentto
bed undeF.an oat pile. and was sweating
like O, negro at q town election. Mr.. Hor:
ton snyB he was like the Whig and Tory
man whilo under the oats, he was ssnll
sorts of O man." Is S.