The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1882-07-06

1n h,,n mao with his hand that almost Ce,Ied
conn,o com - ne ..,, ,.c2-, ..ocked the cat off tho
ou oUtn!er with the yard stick and t,ched "a. !,
ou. oi the door, and turning TO the travoIar
J5;nh J9n" tnsa n,sisted that they ought TO take n
With puzzled air. II tloupbt 'G ,n;a,, ri;aTeier,
'o.r ..N,asii 20 asii you some goods to. day ''
Nothing pays better than os;s r,,
| Ioos, ~ 'u,s county this year is worth ~
naxt .nree hundred thousand dollars and
ma,kssS Sar u, our crop will be still bigger" re-.
"n;S IA ,n tue merchant earnestly.
| fore -, ssI Io lever make any oats here be.
annoyance. eAhioting some
,or ola Ab5eville countyv' shoo,e., "a ,h o
neicnaht yehemently, and with a k;ck he
~ us nltie dog howiinS out of the door
star,o,, ne traveller grabbed his sample case and
an an old I'D coI1 dI1 me hotel and on the way met
mead tin bucket, and as She asked & -, w;th ,;tl
r;na s,''oie ne. SAY, boss, you want some nice
lipe oats?' he shook as if seized u ;,i Ia, a.,
ague, ana only when she corrected hars ..it aif
bS saying, oh, no, some backberries ~ 4 il
ne recover from the shock, WV
l., nnything, Aunty, but oats, he promnt j..
at thn JoN anu hurried on to the hotel
o. % Tue aoor OF which he met the landlord
ro W whom he said: My friend want n
iooin quick | want to rest - ''' "
cay Tom, here! give this man soma
o1a oais shouted the landlord to a i6.vcar. %
,,.t Oats oats What do yon reckon
traveller. eaiiieu 'he enraSed
On, no. l meant show him to n room
Husl., H,sa. neavens, the oats. Ten thousand
1tIiIiieis tiio Oh oats made on one farm in old
| oats - '''aneer. me oats, the
Oats oats repeated the son of Ham nc
"55;ron, "5iueu the exhausted man to his room.
uieat heavens, the oats" sighed our
| !ra'eier as he stretched himself 6nou Jis I;s
bed for repose. "'insch upon ms
otcha rev moments Tom returned with a
p,tener lat OF fresh water, and remarked as II a
SUI oat ~ on the stand, Boss, here's some fresh
| oats fotch yer" - % u
,,,s noats? oats ~ What do want with fresh
his feet eu and Iettinr are traveller springins 70
heed OF retreating Tom.
ryien ini.eiy mad his nerves become quiet
Mneii tne dinner bell runy With misy;v.
n9s hs 70 tho propriety OF the venture he
siom,y mace his way down to the dining
iooil 0S ana took seat near the door Asone
eoo a,oel ,a;iother came into the room he could
!ne evidence of happy heart within. Men
aooheu at each other and smiled, and lust
as our traveller began to congratuinte him.
;en upon at last finding pleasant company
nnr ~ rusnes Iom and enquiries, BOSS, have
your oats fried or scrambled p
Great spoons" "'''eu
rive hundred thousand bushels of oats
made in Old Abbeville county this wear"
e4cialHled the landlord, as he walked IN
ana TOOK his seat at the head of the table
eggs -'''' mean
Give me my oats hard boiled and INV
eegs raw, You skunk, if l must eat oats
was the confused answer of the confused
traveller ~ No''"'0u
Gnu tnen the company, with an air of
seil-satisiaction, proceed to dcyour the con-
tents OF the board, not neglecting to thor
oughly post the stranger in their gates as 10
.ne particulars concerning the fine oat
crop; and the traveller, in turn, beconinp
more and more nervous as one after nnoihe9
"0ulu thrust the information upon him.
ou! al eyes are turned toward the door as
tne oig lat COOK makes her appearance. and
when she remarks, with q broad smile.
'Jist heard dat Mr.. Jones made four thou
sanu 3ushels Nv oats on ten acre NV
s5uGihh,u' suih,' ine landlord comes down with a
terrible blow upon the table with his fist.
sends the dishes rattling to the floor our
traveller grabs up the carving knife backs
up into one corner Of the room, while all
the house becomes scene of tumult. Our
little man deiics the town, while the excited
AbGevillians shout, "Burrah for old Able
vile county. Oats, millions OF oats and
the country is safe for one more year"
And one by one they file out of the room.
when in comes the good lady of the house,
cnargc5 the traveller with having broken her
dishes and threatens him with the police.
But he escapes to his room, gathers up
his duster and sample case, and as he walks
out to meet the up-train the last sound that
breaks upon his ear is the sweet voice of
a sweet maiden as she swcetly sicss, Com
ing Through the-Oats."