Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1884-10-16


on his return to his home, we heard that he
was buried on the beach for some time ev-
cry morning. It must have relieved him
as he lived for several years after.
The hole was dug at his back door, so
ths her master could watch the woman and
his store too, and it could be distinctly seen
by the customers if that door was open,
which it would sometimes be.
Patsy Ann happened to be the first to be-
hold the buried woman, with her head
turning about and her arms tapping up
and down necessarily, and she crying pite--
ously. The child was frightened nearly out
claring that the candy-man had buried his
servant alive and was going to kill her. 1t
caused some excitement, out of which grew
O. report that the Italian had murdered his
negro. Captain Schafer, then chiefmarshal,
called on him, and the.negro had to be pro-
duced and the affair explained.
Poor Patsy Ann made her oft repeated
appearance at home as a Victim, and was
accused of spreading the story at school,
which she probably did; nothing being more
natural than that child w would d.d tel Tha I1st
man did not kill the negro, who is now in
the Aims House here, and is often seen
hobbling about the street on crutches, and
who can say he killed his wife? She died
after short illness, and it was said her poor
little body was black all over with bruises.
He only lived a year or two after her:
Patsy Ann craved everybody's good opin-
ion, and, indeed, she had it. The older she
grew, the more careful she became of 1.-THE
proprieties of life," and she had decidedly
pious turn too; went to church and Sunday
school, and all other religious meetings reg
ularly, and profited by it. If it so fell out
hot 81, b,fl hon bn11 f9,fx 70 no
on Sunday, and was seen at it she was
deeply mortified.
Once it happened that friend from dis
tance arrived Unexpectedly on that sacred
day. Mrs. Silverskin kept but two SER
vants-cook and house maid-both of whom
had obtained leave of absence on that day,
which would have proved no inconven-
fence but for the arrival of the guest, as
they did not generally have hot meals on
Sunday. Mrs. S. discovered that she had
no tea in the house, milk had to be sent for
too and Patsy Ann was, as usual, the Vic
tim. She tried, without success, coaxing,
bribery and tears with the boys, and her
mother assisted her by saying, "No they
had better take to the woods and spend the
day fshing," and the obedient fellows in
stantly disappeared, and were soon seen in
the distance with fishing canes on their
shoulders.
"Just like boys" said Mrs S. when told
of it. "Who ever saw one willing to
oblige his own sister, or wait upon his own
mother? But they'll break their necks
for somebody else's."
Patsy Ann sorrowfully prepared to 60.
The person who supplied them with milk,
lived several blocks away, on much-fre-
quented, though side street, and also kept a
store, from which she would accommodate
1aPi6p1
that she and her daughter would take q
walk in that direction, and who would
know that they went for anything but a
walk? Patsy Ann did not like it at all.
"Coming events often cast their shadows
BEFORE" and she felt that this excursion
BODIED i'll to her, but there was no getting
round it. There never was any getting
round anything for her; she always had to
60 straight through. She got pitcher,
wrapped it carefully in paper and sailed
forth, sadly enough.
They reached their destination without
meeting any one.-MrS. S. procured the arti-
cles She wanted, with the addition of some
cheese, which she kindly proposed to carry
herself. The pitcher was full of milk, the
tin can of tea was laid across the top, and
paper enveloped and concealed both. They
started for home, and Patsy knowing that
it was near church time, was in mortal
fear of meeting some one who knew her,
and determined, if she did, to dart into
some alley or other place and leave her
mother to her fate. They had nearly reach
ed home in saftey, when, suddenly, MISS
Jane Bryce and two more of her Sunday
school teachers, accompanied by Mr.. Peter
Bryce turned corner and met them lace 10
face.
Patsy Ann was horror-struck, and Mrs.
S., as much confused as her daughter, and
not at all aware of what she was doing,
"plumpt" the cheese down upon the can OF
tea, causing both to 60 ''kerslush' into the
milk and splash it up into the agitated
girls face, where it mingled with the tears
of vexation that streamed from her eyes
and so blinded her, that she did not know
when the people mercifully passed by and
made no sign; or when her mother hur-
riedly greeted the ladies, and deserting her
in the most cowardly manner, made Tor
home, looking as though she never saw that
awkward little Sabbath breaker in all her
life before, and meant to get as far as pos
sible from her now.
She thought that the ladies had not recog,,
nized the child, and it seems to US now that
if they had, either of them, but particular
ly Miss Jane Bryce, would have stopped,
wiped the milky tears from the poor child's
face, and tried to comfort her, for Miss
Bryce had an angelic nature, heart so full
of benvolence and love, that her whole life
was toll in the service of the poor and sui
fering. She has gone to meet her reward
but by the people Of Columbia she will
never be forgotten. Her whole family were
highly esteemed, and herself and the broth
er we have mentioned, beloved by every
body, but particularly by children, to whom
their manner was always kind and encour-
aging. We remember when only five OF
six years old, that passing the store of Mr.
Peter Bryce, we tripped and fell to the
ground, bruising our face. The good heart
ed man ran out, raised us from the ground,
and wetting his handkerchief, washed the
tears and dirt from our tace, and with the
gift of red apple, sent us home smiling.
That and many other proofs of the genuine
goodness of his heart, rushed to our memory
when we heard of his death, and our feel
ings found vent in some lines, which we
shall insert here, even at the risk OF max
our story too long.
LINES SUGGESTED BY THE DEATH OF MIR. PETER
BRYCE.
Sad change is coming every hour
Some hope that cheered us fades away,
Death comes with all his mournful power,
And darkens lifeS most brilliant day.
Sad changes come! each hour some light
Which brightly shone to childhood's view,
Pales meath cold dsappointments blight,
And leaves us wise but wretched too.
Sad ,sov the change! we hear thy knell,
Thou friendly, kind, true hearted one,
All, all esteemed, and loved thee WE'LL
And deeply mourn, good man gone.
Should all earth's great men pass away,
would not write one single line;
TO their high names could not pay
The reverence | feel for thine.
Tne'er did bend to wealth or power,
From all such taint my soul is free,