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

Oh, hold them lights It'll the moon gifts
higher
| Here we cannot see how 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 now scorning,
Well dance It'll the morning:
! Wave, wave your lights, be the proof Of
their value,
The girls slim shadows, and 'tslA1E tlAe1iE. bright
beaming eyes.
Yes, hold them lights It'll the moon gifts
higher
Soon there1l 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 to trip it:
Polly 'gainst the plum-tree has torn -
A flash, succeeded by a dull explo-
sion, threw the company into conster-
nation, and the pipe-the cob-pipe- of
Mr.. Elfns was scattered in fragments
over the room.
"Guy- Fawks! Guy Fawks! daddy!
Didn't T know it, daddy, dat dis here
schoolmaster was plottin' agin' your
life:" 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"' 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 headw
"Nefer mind, daddy, Abrams got
hold OF him. Oh I tell you, he's givin'
it to him. There! didn't you hear wat
a lick he giv'd him jess den? Oh how
he hollers. Oh goody! goody! goody!
I 'clare it sounded like hittin' Of a tree"
Poor Samuel Burns! He perfectly
astonished the boys by the superhu
man speed with which be outstripped
Abram Priester. AS he fled through
the gate, man sprang from behind
sassafras tree and aimed fearful blow
with his fist at nis 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 of
Sleepy Hollow. In examining his ef-
fects the following interesting letter
was found in his everyday breeches'
pocket:
To Mr.. Psalmuel Burns,
Dear Sur,
DUR; your mean heart, do you want
me to kill you? This is to give you fair
notish and warnin', sur, to leave the
naborhood. You suppose, sur, cause
you can impose 'pon old people, dat
you can run over young people. But l
tell you, sur, you is mistaken, sur.
Now pack up wat belongs to you, and
leave, or you will have to leave widout
dem, sur. Wen a sick man hears a
squinch owl he takes it for a warnin';
and dis is all, sur, from yours in Since
rity and Respectability.
ABRAd PIEsTER.
Soon after the flight of Samuel Burns
the comet also took its leave; and Mr..
Elfins has often been heard to declare,
as he advanced in his dotage, that it
was nothing after all but the Devil
waiting at respectful distance for the
scboolmaster; and that they went off
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 right
wrist, although his wife Nancy has
tried upon it the powers of every Pain
Alleviator that has yet been invented.
She says, the only thing that has ever
done Marks wrist any good, is "a
poultish of Life Everlastin', Cumfry
root, and Ellickcumpain."
Abram Priester, in the course of the
year 1913, became the acknowledged
suitor of Yetta. Mr.. Elfns, after the
"layin' by of the crop" for that year,
gathered together his neighbors to a
dinner, which he projected upon pro-
fuse scale, to celebrate the marriage of
his eldest daughter with Mr.. Abram |
Priester, which marriage he appointed
to take place upon certain day with
out consulting the parties concerned.
It was truly characteristic of his arbi-
trary and tyrannical disposition. |
Now, Yetta, I hold you up to the
world as a warning to all undutiful
daughters. See what a. retributive
habit has grown upon you; for, because
you would 6zow up your old father, you
have ever since been bloacing up your
husband; and, as a perpetual provoca-
ton, you cannot hang up a garment on
a washing day to dry, but the wind is
sure to WooC it dorm.
"For long time I had no appetite
u.os roctlacS OF 1,icrl,f and VERY tranoh |