The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1888-03-29
Tie Paralyzlng. Experience ofa Gallant
TennesSecan. /,

The incest little episode of the season
in social life occurred at the residence Of
charming family on Spruce street just
the other day. 5ss;
One of our best known citizens, man
of high social standing, and who is as
polite as be is ingenious in his social Ire
lations, heard that an cid friend, Mrs.
Judge D, from neighboring town I'M
the State of Alabama, was in the city.
His remembrance of the charming Mrs
D. when she was Miss-and he was
the most gallant of all the beaux insthat
circle of cultivated people in the old
town of r., carried him back to youth
ftful frivolitiesswhen the flash of the
maiden's eye quickened TIE hearts throb.
biDgs, and to a. friend he said: We'll,
by george, l will go and see Mattie.
have not aeen her in thirty yearsI
Wonder if she will know me7 Go with
me and see..ius meet; it will be youth's
pleasures brought back for .the hour.
Go and see us meet. But don't you.tell
her who lam. Don't, be certain. Won.
der if she will know me2" And stepp-s
ing into barber's shop he said: Do
me up /; do me up nice; make me. look as {
young as possible; confound these gray
whiskers. But, never mind, I'll put on
the smile of youth"
Reaching the residence, he was met In:
the hall by the elegant Miss -. he
gave again special instructions not to be-
introduced, again circulating: 81 WON
der if she will know me?" Entering the
parlor where sat in lively chat charm
ing bevy of ladies, the central figure Of
whom was Mrs. Judge D., and 8 most
lovely woman she was, too, with a head
of hair as beautiful as hoar frost. but
bright smiling face, which marked
charming contrast With the whitening y
locks above. Approaching her WITH no
INTRODUCTION, but extended hsnds and
the smile of youth under frosty beard
and with keen and like remembrance .
Of the days long gone by, he said NTH &
the heroic confidence of an Andrew
Jackson, and the politeness of a Robert
l.. Chester "Ms lie, do you know me ?,,z :
Mrs. Judge D., catching the spirit and
MOTTO be beaten in the open ield, polite
ly rose, all smiling. She accepted both
hands which he had rendered With the
bewitching tenderness of a rejuyenated
beau, but said, with coy forgetfulness
"You take me by surprise. Like myself
you can't conceal the creeping years, and
one whose head is silvery as mine can't
be expected to remember even old friends
Of the youthful period. Please tel, me {
your name. You keep me in suspens se.vsss
"But," said the Nashville friend, wita;the
politeness born With all the true gentle 4
men of this good old city Of social gem
tleness: "Why, Matte, don't you know
me-? Look into my eye think back
thirty years; take goodlook. I would
know you anywhere. Your eye is just
the same. You were cbarmingly sbauti-
full when young, and time has only Z
changed the beauty of youth fnto shgs 4
charms of the matron. Well, vel, Mat. e
tie, I am surprised" n
"But," said the lovely. lady, whose
charms had been so familiarly handled.
"my name is not Matte. Judge D.sg
first wife was named Mattie."
1t is only necessary to say that the
hero Of the occasion covered himself all
over with glory in The retreat. joe
Johnson couldn't have beaten it his
palmiest Nashville american.