The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1895-05-01
Two Good Stories.

U0O0 nlSnG, Sue SlSueu Geuuelly.
It was nearly good morning. He
had fingered :long-longer than he
thought. The hall light was turned
low and the street, as he could see
through the glass door panel, was
quiet and deserted.
He gave the door a confident jerk,
but the latch failed to respond. He
tried it again with the same result.
he had opened the door many times
before-he should know how now.
He tried again and again with the
same result-no result. She heard
him tinkering with the door and came
out of the parlor.
LET me try it., she said.
She tried it, but try as she would it
was no use. The latch couldn't be
moved. Still they were not going to
give up without being absolutely sat
isfed that it was entirely impossible
for them to bulge the door. Again
they tried, but the more they tried
the more impossible seemed the task.
"Let me call papa, ," she said fin
ally.
The sonorous breathing Of papa came
floating down the stairway like gen
tie benediction.
"No, no. he said; "let me try it
once more.
He essayed it again, and then, in
] despair, he said:
''I wouldn't have you call your
father for worlds. 1t would be so un-
kind of us. Twill leap out the parlor
window.
"You shall not" she cried in
| alarm. "It's IL feet. 1t would kill
you"
He was still fumbling with the door.
There was the sound Of light foot
fall overhead. The loud breathing
had ceased.
" Burglars | - the young people
heard voice say upstairs in an awed
whisper. Are you sure it's load
ed :"
There was terrified silence of a
half second. The young man didn't
wait for further developments, Two
bounds carried him into the middle Of
the parlor, a high leap carried him
through the window. He landed on
the ground in heap. He was up in
an instant and off across the lawn like
deer.
In the meantime "papa" was coming
down the stairway, three steps at a
leap, welding an ugly looking revolver
in his right hand, shouting:
"Where is he? Where is he?"
About that time policeman on a
neighboring block was disturbed by
the swift passage Of what seemed to
him to be an escaped lunatic.
A certain young man living on the
outskirts of the city was given young
fox not long ago. The young man is
fond of sport of any kind, and is es-
pecially fond Of fox chase. He
keeps six elegant fox hounds. He
conceived the idea of having a fox
chase with his fox for the object, and
be Gagged the sly little animal and com
menced to fatten him. He invited a
number of friends to the fox chase,
which was to have occurred last Sat
.urday. The young man and his guests
were looking forward with eager antic-
ipation to a rare piece Of sport.
They had made all their arrangements,
but last Saturday one week ago the
little fox died.
The young man was sadly disap-
pointed but after thinking over the mat
ter he determined that he would not
miss his sport entirely. He had a
negro boy skin the fox and tie the
hide to strand Of rope. Early Sun
day morning he sent the negro out to
the place just beyond the city limits,
where he keeps his hounds. The
negro carried the hide with him.
A few minutes later, in the early
dawn of the morning, the negro might
have been walking along the sidewalk
toward the city, dragging a fox skin
on the ground behind him. He pass
ed four Churches en- route and march
ed slowly around each, still dragging
the hide. He continued his journey
until he reached the home of the
young man. He walked up the steps
and straight through the hallway. He
went into the back yard and securely
stuffed the hide into the kennel.
Just after the Sunday School hour
people in that quiet superb were star
tied at the sound Of six yelping fox
hounds, dashing along the sidewalk
for dear life. They moved like light
ming, sweeping along the sidewalk
regardless of the people. Reaching
the first church they circled it, bark
ing loudly. The Sunday School classes
were reciting, but as the deafening
din of the yelping hounds filled the
room, every child forgot his lesson
and several jumped to their feet to
find out what the trouble was. Even
the teachers were excited, and every
eye was turned to the windows. Mean
time the hounds swept on. At the
other churches the same thing was
repeated and the Sunday Schools came
near being broken up. At two of the
churches the teachers instructed the
children to recite the same lesson the
following Sunday.
The dogs continued their onward
dash. The young man was sitting
quietly at home reading the morning
paper. His father, a veteran sports
man, heard the sound and gave war
whoop. He dashed out into the yard
to see the chase. A minute later the
hounds came in full tilt. They dash
ed across the threshold, the old man
after them yelling. The cook, who
had rushed out in alarm, was upset in
the hallway. All the servants and the
young man were required to stop the
yelping hounds when they reached the
kennel. All the Sunday services in
this particular locality were broken up
for the day.-Atzanta Constitution.
HoW's This !