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

the intelligent, well-meaning kettle does
turn over and scald the dog, you are en-
ragged, and threaten to throw the poor kettle
out of the window. In fact, did do it once
and break q pane Of glass. For my part
I don't know how to take such people,
"And you noticed all those little things
and laid them up against me' said Mrs. s.,
in accents of despair. Then, after Jew
silence, she added emphatically-
ooh, if men could only see their own
faults, weaknesses, and imperfcctions, half
as quickly and plainly as they see ours,
and deal with them half as rigidly as they
do with ours, how much happier married
life would be-"
Mr.. S. made no rejoinder, when he was
in any danger of getting the worst of an
or a disagreeable truth was
brought to bear upon him. He always as
sumed an injured look and took refuge in
dogged silence, broken occasionally by heavy
sighs from the bottom of a heart that his
termagant wife was slowly breaking. So
he acted on this occasion, until MIR. Silver
skin retired from the room and the contest,
bearing in her heart, what? Surely not
contempt.
In various ways the amiable Silverskin
contrived to keep his wife in a ferment.
For some reason that he never contided to
her, he concluded to rent out his home and
procure one in the upper part of the town,
which was then called "Cotton Town" )" most
of the cotton merchants residing there, and
most of the cotton trade being done there.
We have seen the streets so crowded with
country wagons, laden with cotton and coun-
try produce ofall kinds, that carriage could
scarcely pass. Chickens were plenty at one
dollar for ten and twelve; eggs at 81 and l24
cents; butter and 10 cents; large shad at
12I; fruit and vegetables for mere song.
This allusion to that portion of the town
recalls vividly many good and useful citi-
zen who has passed away forever. ONeill,
Sondley, Chambers, Mcmillan, Martin, Hit,
Caldwell, Crawford, Allen, Jimmy Johnson,
John McCully, and host of others. But
one survivor that we knoW-Mr. PtOlemy
Chambers-wh although wreck from age
and sickness, still fingers, a weak link be-
tween us and that old time; but we digress.
We only meant to mention Mr.. n. Brodie,
he being the most prominent one in our
memory. What old citizen does not re-
member him, eccentric Aleck Brodie ?
About whom everything flourished and
dog, his cat, fairly gistened with content
ment and good living. And that horse
knew perfectly we'll every weakness and pc
culiarity Of his master, and when overcome
by the heat, or some other weakening int1u-
ence, the old man would fall to the ground,
that sensible animal would stand patiently
by until some person came along and re-
placed him in tile saddle This often hap
pened, but he was never hurt. We remem-
ber once seeing him fall from his horse into
a large cellar that stood open in front of Mr..
George Nutting's store, on Main street. He
fell on his head, and his short legs and big
body leaned on the brick steps. \ little
girl (perhaps ourselD who witnessed it,
screamed loudly, "Mr. Brodie's killed Mr..
Brodie's killed! Come somebody" and
somebody did come, and Mr.. Brodie was re-
stored to the back Of his steed, perfectly un-
cellar ~ he went on his way.
He owned high, red-lined gig, in which
he rode with his wife every afternoon. They
were often seen riding along sound asleep,
and it was said that they went to sleep as
soon as they left their door, and did not
awake until they returned to it; but the
horse knew all about it, and the excellent
couple were safe.
Our heroine, Patsy Ann Silverskin, took
a ride in that gig once, that she never did
forget, and during which she sustained her
character as "a Victim" There was big
in Lexington, and it seemed
like everybody who couldn't go during the
week, had determined to go Sunday morn
had an invitation from young man for the
first time in her life (girls did not enter So
ciety so soon then, as they do now and was,
of course, quite excited about it. There
was such demand for horses and vehicles
of every kind, that the supply Of public
ones was soon exhausted. There were no
go-ahead Wesley Starlings, Daleys and
Meningitis then, with big stables and un-
limited numbers of fine horses and car
riages. There was no energetic Tom Har-
per to step forward on a pinch, and let his
fine horses and strong capacious wagon make
up deficiencies, and in the kindness of his
heart prevent disappointments. In fact
they were not SO necessary, for everybody
who could afford it, and many who couldn't
kept horses and carriages OF their own; but
Sherman has cured them of that, and hard
times have kept them cured.
Patsy's escort 1--WE wonder where he is
now, and if he remembers that ride) had
not taken precautions against disappOint-
ment, and could get nothing until he be-
thought himself of Mr.. BrOdie's gig. 1t
had never been hired, but the young man
was a favOrite with its owner, and he Sc
cured it. They started at six o'clock, and
did not reach Congaree bridge until eight.
That horse took determined Stand at every
grog-shOp door that the old man had ever
entered. Maybin's Hotel, and the United
States, kept by Col. A. NJ. Hunt, were the
leading ones here then, and it seemed to the
shy young girl thata greater crowd l0unged
in front Of them, than ever did before on
Sunday morning. Opposite Hunts hotel
was a whole block of groceries and bar
rooms, Of course all closed but that made
no difference to the horse. He had his ideas
of duty, and was determined to carry them
out He would 60 through the usual pro-
gramme, and he did, not missing one place,
or leaving it until a certain time had Ella psed.
Mr.. Brodie was very social, and when he
got to talking never hurried himself, and
that horse knew exactly how long to tarry
at each place.
Next door to the corner, on which Mr..
NJ. Mcdonald has lately erected a neat brick
building, was the large store, grocery, and
bar-room of Mr.. Mc.Andrcw, who was Il
friend of Mr.. Brodie, and with whom the
old gentlemen spent more time than with
any of the rest, and there the horse took
Il determined stand, bent his head, planted
his feet firmly, and prepared for a nap.
There the young couple sat, mortified
enough. The horse was pulled, the gig was
pushed, and other measures adopted; but
the horse, as obstinate as his master, and
as determined to do what he conceived to
be his duty, would not move an inch. They
knew that it would not do to strike him,
or even brandish whip before his eyes.
That experiment had once been tried, and
he had shown his resentment by rearing up
on his hind legs, and walking several yards
in that singular way, without giving a
thought to his driver who lay in the street,
and who of course was not Mr.. Brodie.
The last words of that gentleman to the
young people had been when they started,
"Don'tyou hit that horse. IfyOu do, you'll
repent it."