The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1891-06-11

AUIou SlOcu up oA laS AoNA S,A"i w.
the girls played chopping accompani-
nent with their cards singularly IN
harmony with the melody, he sang the
following stanzas, in fine style, until
he was interrupted in the alarming
manner to be detailed presently:
Oh, hold them lights It'll the moon gifts
higher
Here we cannot see no" to trip it;
Polly 'gainst the plum-tree has torn off her
tippet,
And Sally already is scratched by briar,
Wave, wave your lights, boys, they'll all
bid me tell YOU;
Dull care no. scorning,
Well dance It'll the morning:
Wave, wave your lights, be the proof OF
their value,
The pirls, slim shadows and their bright
beaming eyes.
Yes, hold them lights It'll the moon gifts
higher
Soon thcrell be no need for to use 'em;
Lilk pleasure-thrill thro' the forests deep
bosom,
Already approaches the light OF her fire:
AS it advances, so gorgeously gliding
The foliage tender
With silvery splendor,
Vainly behind ev'ry tree itself shielding
The cow'ring darkness is into shadows
rent.
Then hold them lights It'll the moon gifts
higher
Here we cannot see how 20 trip It:
Polly 'gainst the plum.tree has torn -
A flash, succeeded by dull explo-
sion, threw the company into conster-
nation, and the pipe-the cob-pipe-
Mr.. Elfns was scattered in fragments
over the room.
"Guy Fawks! Guy Fawks! daddy!
Didn't I know it, daddy, dat dis here
schoolmaster was plottin' agin' your
life!n screamed Yetta, as she flew at
the trembling pedagogue.
"Oh you ongrateful dog" screeched
Mrs. Elfns, breaking pair of cards
over the culprit's head, "you wanted
to kill my old man, did you?"
"Let ME go-let me go!n clustered
Mr.. Elfns, as three of the stoutest old
ladies in the house held him back.
"Let me git at him, so dat I kin preak
his rashkally head''
"Nefer mind, daddy, Abrams got
hold of him. Oh tell you, he's givin'
it to him. There! didn't you hearwat
lick he giv'd him jess dene Oh how
he hollers. Oh goody! goody! goody!
I 'clare it sounded like hittin' ofa tree" "
Poor Samuel burns! He perfectly
astonishel the boys by the superhu-
man speed with which he outstripped
Abram Priester. AS he fled through
the gate, man sprang from behind a
sassafras tree and aimed fearful blow
with his fist at his head. He lodged
it; and his enemy's fist struck against
rugged oak, causing sound that
must have been plainly audible in the
house. AS he ran on, he heard, with
feelings of some satisfaction, the groans
of his unknown antagonist writhing
in agony from his bruised fist.
This was the last of Samuel Burns.
He disappeared like the pedagogue o1
Sleepy Hollow. In examining his ef'
fects the following interesting letter
was found in his everyday breeches
pocket:
| To Mr.. Psalnuel Burns,
Dear Sur,
DurH your mean heart, do you want
me to kill you? This is to give you fail
notish and warnin', sur, to leave the
naborhood. You suppose, sur, cause
! you can impose 'pon old people, da1
you can run over young people. But
tell you, sur, you is mistaken, sur
Now pack. up wat belongs to you, anc
leave, or YOU will have to leave widout
dem, sur. Wen a sick man hears s
squinch owl he takes it for a warnin'
and dis is all, sur, from yours in Since
rity and Respectability.
ABRAM PIEsTER.
Soon after the fight of Samuel Burn:
the comet also took its leave; and Mr.
Elfns has often been heard to declare
as he advanced in his dotage, that i
was nothing after all but the Devi
waiting at a respectful distance for th'
schoolmaster; and that they went of
together into the realms of infnity.
Mark Meyer wore his hand in sling
for two months, and has never recov
cred the natural fexibility Of his righ
wrist, although his wife Nancy ha
tried upon it the powers of every Pair
Alleviator that has yet been invented
She says, the only thing that has eve
done M~lk's wrist any good, is q
poultish of Life Everlastin', Cumfry
root, and Ellickcumpain."
} Abram Priester, in the course of th'
year 1s43, became the acknowledge
suitor of Yetta. Mr.. Elins, after tn
"layin' by of the crop" for that year
gathered together his neighbors to
dinner, which he projected upon a pro
fuse scale, to celebrate the marriage o
his eldest daughter with Mr.. Abran
Priester, which marriage he appointed
to take place upon a certain day with
out consulting the parties concerned
1t was truly characteristic Of his arbi
trary and tyrannical disposition.
Now, Yetta, I hold you up to tn
world as warning to all undutlfu
daughters. See what retributiv
habit has grown upon you; for, becaus
you would Uou up your old father, yo'
have ever since been 5lowieg up you
husband; and, as perpetual provoea
ton, you cannot hang up a garment OF
washing day to dry, but the wind l
sure to WooC 1t dOlUn.
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