Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1884-10-09

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should to everybody else who can feeD a
triumph worth the winning, though no
laurel wreath will encircle the brow of MIR.
Watson, and he will lose the affection Of
every chicken merchant in the city. He
will be content, for he knows that
"The poor beetle which we tread upon
In corporal suffering feels pang as great
AS when giant dies
Patsy Ann was so singulary credulOuS,
that it sometimes amounted almost to sili-
ness, and she was so anxious to be Obliging
and Obedient, that she was often entrapped
into doing ridiculous things; sometimes by
people for their own amusement, and quite
| often by her mothers habit of giving iron
| ical orders.
One hot summer day, we were on our
way to school at the Female Academy, of
which cdr. Ellis Marks'' was "Principal," :"
before he moved out to "Barkamville." 1t
was the same building which is now used as
one of the "Graded Schools" The Silver
skins had moved down town again and
rented a house belonging to Mr.. James
Observation-Disclosures old citizen who has
! long been gone from among US, but whose
plain, friendly manner, honorable princi-
Piles and enterprising character, should keep
! his memory green. We passed there every
day. Now Mr.. Edwin j. Scott, you need
not think that you have "spotted" our
Silverskins, for we have been moving them
about, and taking other precautions to BATTLE
that wonderful memory of yours.
Their front garden was not carefully tend
ed, but it was full of gay hollyhocks, four
o'clocks, and princes feathers, which had
grown of their own will, and big cherry
tree loomed up in the midst of them. We
had always a great love for flowers, and we
could not pass there without stopping to look
through the palings. At last they noticed
it and asked us in. We should not say
''they," for old Slverskin would would not
have asked us in if we had staid there a
week. Mrs. Silverskin did, and we can
noU account for that. She was nursing her
fourth child, Jefferson Madison Jackson"
and we asked her whose sweet, beautiful
baby that was, though certainly we never
did look upon any young thing so perfectly
! hideous as that boy of hers was, and we
can only plead in excuse, our extreme
youth, and the vicinity. of the cherry tree,
and our own inability then to initiate the
example of that great man who "never told
lie.' She said that it was her baby, and
we might come in and look at it. We did
feast our sight on the baby, keeping an eye
single for the cherry tree too, some Of the
! fruit Of which she gave us, and a handful OF
! flowers, which last we tied up in a bunch,
with soiled white string, (no ribbon-tied
!
to our teacher, Mrs. Marks, who thanked
US as kindly and smiled on us as sweety,
as if our bunch of common, scentless flowers,
had been boquet of rare and fragrant eXot-
les. After that we called often, and that is
how we came came to be there one August
day, and saw sample of Patsy AIMS un-
questioning obedience and total abnegatiOn
of self.
Mrs. S. was making plum preserves, and
though she had recently been made happy
by the acquisition of q cooking stove-a rare
possession in those days here-the perspira-
ton was streaming down her face, and she
was as irritable as Over-heated people are
apt to become, and provoked at being
obliged to remain in so hot an atmosphere,
when she espied Patsy Ann sitting in the
closest corner Of the cook room, studying her
lesson, and no doubt waiting to make her.
self useful. Mrs. Silverskin never looked
into motives Actions were all she saw
and the idea Of any one staying there when
she could help it, increased her irritation
and she said sharply to the girl
"Do bring your chair closer to the stove
and put your feet up where they will keeE
warm."
The obedient little Victim actually did
50, in the gravest manner possible, and sal
there until her mother, out of all patience
seized her by the arm and marched her tC
the door, informing her that she "must be
dOne brOWn by this time" and according tc
the present meaning of that phrase, poor
PATSY Ann had been "dOne brown" Otter
enough before to be used to it.
We were Younger than our heroine, but
we instantly saw the absurdity Of both hel
and her mother, and we also saw that we
had better leave, and mot stand upon the
order of our going, but 60 at once"
Those same preserves made Victim o
Patsy Ann again. When they were done
thew ' were poured boiling hot into large
stone jar, which stood on the hearth. The
lar was an imported one, warranted to stand
heat, and Of course, when it was lifted, out
came the bottom. One of I,andrum's, made
right here at home would not have beer
guilty of such trick. The whole boiling
mass covered the feet and ankles of poor
Patsy Ann, who, as usual, came just in time
to get her share of any i'll luck that turned
up, or as in this case, turned down.
DIR. Harris was sent for; the same DR.. Har'
ris who began building large brick theatre
but being ruined by security debt he had
to pay for one Needham Davis never could
finish it, and after being used in its untin'
ished state for several years, it was purchas:
ed by Mr. Pollock, who pulled it down and
erected several neat cottages in the back
yard OF one of which, lies buried the body
of Mrs. DeCamp, the young and beautiful
wife of theatrical manager, who brought a
company here to open the new theatre 1t
was said that she was an English lady OF
noble birth, who had elOped with the actor,
and in consequence had been discarded by
her family. 1t was said that the man for
whom she had sacrificed SO much, did not
prove ''al her fancy painted him." She
was unhappy, and being delicate, she soon
faded away. Her death occurred in the
house of DIR. Smith. Habenicht's ice house
now stands upon the spot. 1t was near to
the theatre, and her husband, intending at
some future time to remove her to England,
buried her temporarily there. She was
packed in salt Perhaps no other prescrva-
tive of the dead was then known here. DE
Camp drifted off and died in poverty. The
poor young lady still sleeps in her briny
bed, of which no one knows the exact loca-
tion, or she might have been disturbed long
ago. The cottages still stand, but Mr.. Pol
lock and his intellectual and most useful
wife-the beloved friend of our own child
/ hood-the dear encOIragcr of our own girl
| hood, Mrs. Frances Pollock, have gone from
our sight.
DIR. Harris worked on Patsy AIMS feet,
until it was feared that they would have to
be cut off; but old Granny White heard of
/ the accident and came to see "What had hap
pened to that misfortunate child noW," and
said eff they'd give her them feet she'd
cure them," and we suspect that the parents
would have been willing to give the whole
| body Of the poor child, whose path of life
seemed to be "paved with good Intentions"
over which she walked into all sorts of
! trouble. The old woman cured the case
with what she called "some stuff Of her own
composure," but Patsy Ann always walked
parrot-toed after that. 1t used to be said