Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1896-12-02
Autuuraus department.
FROM BUNKUM.
A Buncoed Mans Clever Revenge.

A Buncoed Mans Clever Revenge.
Silas Tatman came to town Saturday
with the avowed intention of reveng-
ing himself on smooth-spoken young
man who had met him on former
visit and had relieved him of carpet
sack containing his money and return
ticket.
Tatman came in from Bunkum. Bun
KUN is renowned for its large hornets
nests and the war-like and ''grouchy'
dispositions of their occupants.
When Silas arrived at the depot, in
stead of going to the hotel, he sat
down in the smokingroom and waited
The Bunkum farmer had not been
seated five minutes when he was ap'
preached by a fellow with sharp, in
ouisitive nose and q checked suit
The stranger extended his hand.
81 believe I know you," said he.
e "You are from"
"Bunkum," replied Tatman.
"To be sure; Bunkum. And Your
name is"
"Tatman."
"Why, of course. How are you, Mr.
Tatman?" ,
"Tolerable :" and Tatman looked
down at his gripsack and chuckled.
"My names Cunningham" went on
the stranger, grasping one of Silas's
hands in both his own. "Ha, ha, ha
Strange 1 couldn't remember your
name"
"Ha, ha, ha! Twas kinder funny
I reckon thar hain't nice quiet little
place somewhere where feller can
talk with friend what he amt seen
for nigh on to two year."
"Oh, yes," said Cunningham, in bis
softest tone. ~ know just the place,
not block from here"
"Then reckon we might as well 60
there if you're sure it's safe walking
through the streets with as much mon.
ey as I've got in this here satchel."
The fellows fingers seemed to itch
as the two walked along. "Ain't you
afraid" said he, "of being robbed?"
"Wall, you just bet your sweet life
the fellow who opens old Silas Tat
mans valise will be sorry"
Cunningham turned on little side
street, leading his friend by the arm
About half way down the block they
entered dark and dingy-looking sa-
loon. Cunningham spoke Familiarity
to the barkeeper, who directed them
to a room in the back of the place
The two sat down at the table, and
were Joined presently by three other
men. Gladsomely they tipped the
would-be investor upon the wheat
market, and guilelessly did Rusticus
hint at the precious yellow contents oi
his old green bag. The ICONS" grew
impatient, and also Silas was painting
for his revenge.
"Well, gentlemen" said he, III reck'
on I'd better be a-goin', and I'd like to
leave that 'ere money with you, so as
it'll be safe while I hunt up a stoppin'
place."
They men were perfectly willing to
accommodate Farmer Tatman. They
assured him that the carpet-bag and its
contents would be perfectly safe, and
that they would be willing to wait un-
til he came back.
"Much obliged, gentlemen" and
Tatman arose. "'Tisn't very often
that a feller meets such kind friends
as you are in strange city, and it's
kinder soothin' ter know that fellows
leavin' his money with honest people.
Ireckon I'll be back in about an hour" "
The fellows bowed him out. By a
clever dodge he managed 20 slip the
key of the door in his pocket before he
left the room. He remained on the
outside long enough to turn the bolt
silently in the lock, after which he en-
tered the adjoining room.
In another instant piercing yelp
rent the air. Whack! Crash! Bang
The chairs were upturned and the ta-
BILE was tumbled over in the mad scram-
BILE for the door.
AS Silas slipped into the street, he
heard the door crash in as one of the
men on the inside dealt it blow with
a chair. Over his shoulder he saw a
stream of hornets sail after the bar
tender.
Twenty minutes later, from his re.
treat in the alley across the street
Tatman saw his FIVE friends limping
out of the saloon to the ambulance
which had been backed up to the curb
stone.-Boston True Flag.