Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1881-10-06
CHE Stury Teller.
AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A LAWYER.

auspices of my fathers aunt Deborah-a
maiden lady of sixty.four, who, iu place Of
father and mother whom never saw, alter.
na,ely petted and scolded me as long as she
was able. escaped from both when / was
eleven years old by running away; and al.
though she sent me innumerable messages,
when she discovered my whereabout, to re.
turn to her, and be sent to school and fitted
for college, l undutifully refused ever to 60
near her again.
1 had "hired out" with small farmer to
do his "chores" for my board and clothes,
and l stayed three years; at the end OF
which time my rowing propepsities moved me
to run off from him. I had made my ar
rangements. and was even mounted on the
top of the Reading stage, when who should
come into the tavern yard but the farmer.
"Wbere are you going, boy?' he called out
in hard and severe tone.
ITO Boston, sir"
"To Boston" !"
cannot describe the manner in which he
said this; but it woke up all the memories
of Aoggings which left scars yet, | have not
time to tell you of now, any more than the
immortal Fusbos had. He was coarse,
profane man, and he launched out into a
strain of abuse which would have made my
blood chill if l had beeu afraid of him, and
bade me get down instantly and 90 home.
Thank you, sir" said, II am engaged
to somebody else"
At this moment the stage started. He or
dered the driver to stop and let me down
but he drove on, and | am almost ashamed
to record that l made significant gesture,
with my thumb and finger upon my very de-
cent Roman nose, and calling out, "Gocd-by,
sir-you shall hear of me some day." | went
off in the exultant triumph Of freedom.
was delighted with the fine prospect
which l enjoyed in my elevated seat The
driver was very kind to me, refusing to take
my money for the whole journey, and offer
lug to find me stopping place in the city.
At that time there was very old house
in Howard street, now demolished, in which
a Mr.. Jones kept boarders for number of
years. Here he stopped the stage to let me
down.
what shall do, driver" said I.
"Just ring that bell, my lad" and some
body will come and let you i'm
81 looked at the top of the door,
81 don't see any bell, sir" said I, timidly.
The man burst into loud laugh.
Pull that knob, greeny !" he said, at last ;
and straightway pulled it again and again,
until Mr.. Jones. queer looking old fellow,
with one leg, and dilapidated eye, came to
the door, and looked daggers out of the re-
naming orb of vision, upon the luckless
wight who had broken hisbell wire.
"Let that youngster stay with you and
Ma'am Jones till l come up to supper" said
the still laughing driver-and I stayed.
Ma'am Jones was lady that would have
made fine companion for Daniel Lambert.
Sheltered beneath her capacious wing, could
bid defiance to little Mr.. Jones, who dared
not attack anything which his wife might
take fancy for petting. The old lady liked
me very much and this knowledge, togeth-
er with the daily sight of my friend, the
driver, kept me contented and happy through
the winter. | secured knives, and perform
ed quite series of similar digni6ed labors
every morning but when boys Of my own
age were round, sometimes thought, while
looking at their good and respectable clothing,
that it would not have been very bad plan
for me to have accepted aunt Deborah's offer
of sending me to the college.
An opportunity offering to 60 to sea, pre-
pared to 60, despite the entreaties, and even
tears of the fat landlady. When she found
me determined, she provided me with every.
thing needful for the voyage, hugged me to
her capacious heart, and bade me God.speed.
Jones, who was so angry because [ stayed
there, was still more SO when | went away
and in his wife's absence, taunted me with
my new clothes, which he more than hall
suspected came from her, although they pass
ed as the stage drivers gift.
The servants all assembled to see me &c
away, and their hearty, "Good.bye, Sam q
safe return to you, old fellow!" was probably
more sincere than nine tenths of the good
wishes that have been spoken to me since
that time.
shall say but very little about my sea
life. 1t did not answer my expectations al
all. never passed day without intolera
BILE sea-sickness, and being a slight, delicate
boy, the captain advised me as a friend te
stay in future upon the land. Going on shore
the mate stepped forward and shook my hand
saying:
"Well, Sam. you have killed sailor afte
ALL"
l did not then know the meaning of thi
phrase but when | got back to the ole