Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1886-10-27
Aan1uruns department.
COJ1LD NOT PAY HIS RIJJ,.

An1l1oro11s department.
COULD NOT PAY HIS BILL.
'Now that we are engaged come and let
me introduce you to papa," said Miss Pot
tleworth.
81 believe that have met him." replied
young Spickle.
"But in quite another capacity than that
of son-in-law. +"
"Yes-er; but had rather not meet him
tonight"
"Oh, you must.'
And despite the most violent struggle of
the young man he was drawn into the IL
brary where large red faced man, with
squint in one eye and an enlargement of
the nose, sat looking over lot of papers.
Gather" said the girl.
"Hum !" he replied without looking up.
81 wish to present to you"
"What?" he exclaimed, looking up aud
catching sight of young Spickle. "Have
you the impudence to follow me here? :?
Didn't IS tell you that would see you to-
"Why, father, you don't know Mr.. spick-
''I don't know his name, but know that
he has been at my Office three times day
for week with bill. know him we'll
enough. I can't pay that bill tonight,
young man. Come 70 my office to-mor"
row." .
81 hope you do not think ill Of me" said
Spickle. I have not come to collect the
bill you have reference to, but"
s'What! Got another one?"
"You persist in misunderstanding me.
did not come to collect a bill. I can come
tomorrow after that. Tonight proposed
to your daughter and have been accepted.
Our mission is to acquaint you with the
fact, andzgain your consent to our mar
risgs;a sGa,, shot d, o, o.ted Tho old fellow.
"Blamed if didn't think you had bill.
Take the girl, if that is what you want.
But say, didn't tell you to bring. the bill
Tomorrow"
eyes, sir"
sWell, you needn't. Our relation is diff
ferent now. Wish had daughter for ev-
cry bill collector in town."
AN UNwELcoME GUEsT.--Our young
friend Parker went round the other evening
to visit the two Miss Smiths. After con-
versing with them awhile, Miss Susan ex-
cused herself fora while, and went upstairs.
Presently Parker thought he heard her COM
ing, and slipped behind the door, and sug,
gested that the other Miss Smith should tell
Miss Susan he had gone: But it wasn't su-
As he entered he looked around and said to
his daughter:
ssAh, ha! So Parker's gone. Good rid
dance. was just comm down to keep my
eye on him. hope he hasn't proposed to
you. Ididn't want any such lantern-jaw awed, ,
red-headed idiot around here. He hasn't
got the sense of ruta-baga turnip, or mon
ey enough to buy q clean shirt. He gets
none of my daughters. I'll shake the life
- kol, kxN~ Ind
me-"
Just as he concluded, Susan came down,
and not perceiving Parker, she said:
"Thank goodness, he's gone. That man
is enough to provoke saint. was awful
ly afraid he was going to stay and spend the
evening. Mary Jane, hope you didn't
ask him to come again 2"
Then Parker didn't know whether to stay
there or bolt, while Mary Jane looked as if
Parker finally walked out, and rushed to
the entry, seized his hat, shot down the
front steps, and went home meditating up
on the emptiness of human happiness, and
the uncertainty of Smiths. He has not
called since, and his life thus far has been
.unmolested by the head of the Smith family.
A TALE THAT HAD TO Be THE LAST
A party of gentlemen at Birmingham
nOt6l We(o Collluk SlOEleS Ouc uiSue 1CS0uC~
ly, of famous shots and how many quails
and partridges, ducks and other birds had
been killed at single discharge. After
listening to what seemed to be a willful ex-
ageration by different narrators, a stranger
who was present volunteered his experience
of his only use of the double barreled gun
as follows:
81 went into the field one day to try gun
! ming. The only game discovered was an
immense flock of black birds. I should say
there were 10000 in the flock. Slowly I
crawled up to them, and when not more
than four rods away the birds rose in a SOL
id mass. I fired both barrels and how
many do you think I killed?"
Different guesses were made by the par
,ty, ranging from twenty to one hundred.
mot one," said the stranger, "but went
out win my brother to look for results and
we picked up four bushels of legs. l had
shot little under"
1t was the last story told.-New Haven
Ne,cs.
CAN'T SUCCEED.-"How is Doctor Bickle
getting along?" gentleman asked, address
ing an eminent physician.
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