The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1900-01-10
Through the County,.

We SAS ~ - HhSoo0AN
of home and faced the freezing biz
zard from the plains Of the wild and
woolly West last Wednesday or our
periodical chase after the Almighty
Dollar-that which makes the mare
90, the press turn and is the lever
which moves thrones and causes IN
piies to rise and fall.
l. was a bitter cold day and the
c-ffee which we drank for breakfast
froze within US before we reached
Fourteen Mile creek, and we pulled
it out frozen into square cakes and
put it away for future necessities.
Mr.. J. Weir Addy, who was our COM
panion in misery, becoming thirsty,
we broke the frozen coff.e in pieces
and tried to melt it in an old oyster
can that happened to be in the
buggy. But it was loves labor lost
for after starting a roaring fire OFT
of pine knots, the flames froze as fast
as they leaped into the air and we
had to give the effort up in disgust
and We started again wishing that
Africa's sunny cline was looming
around loose in the woods and that
we would catch up with it so that We
could warm up the old clay tept-
ments. NJ such good luck ove:-
took us, however, and We had to
grin and bear it the best human
patience would allow US.
We had our longing eyes fixed
upon the comfortable and hospitable
home of Mr.. Pink Koon, and old
Prince seemed to smell oats in the
air for at a spanking space he headed
that way. Arriving there with lei
cles protruding from our nostrals,
which stuck into the earth at every
jolt of the buggy and our moustache
like a porcupine's buck when it is
riled, we arrived at our destination
and was soon thawipg out before a
roaring fire, We were as kindly
treated as young babes away from
their mothers and were soon in such
a condition as to enjoy a bountifully
spread supper. Mr.. Koon is n Of
Hollow Greeks best citizens and be-
lieves in the conceit that he who
laughs grows fat. After being com.
fortably tucked away in a downy bed
under cover mountain high We
gently woed Morpheus and dreamed
that many delinquents were knocking
at the peally gates seeking admit
lance and being asked by St. Peter
if they had paid their subscription to
the Dispatch, and receiving mo" fer
an answer, the old gentleman frown-
ed and awful frown and pronounced
the sentence, "Go back into yonder
world and pay Josh Hartman for his
paper and come again with his re-
ceipt and 1 will admit you into the
land which flows with milk and
honey. Delirquents take warning
and pay your subscription.
Thursday morning, being refresh
ed with sweet sleep and feeling as.
sured that We had st. Peter on our
side, we started for Crout's store,
where MI. Addy, the deputy assessor
was to make the taxpayers swear and
We to fill our crocus sack with the
root of all evil. Mr.. Addy was not
disappointed in his expectations
while OURS fell below zero and was
colder than the air which played
through our beautiful locks as preci-
Gus few roots we found. W. took
dinner with our friend, G.. F. K=isler
and enjoyed a pleasant conversation
with his estimable family and did
full justice to the good things set be-
fore US for the refreshment OF the
inner man."
Thursday night, by special invita-
ton, we drove up to the handsome
and comfortable residence Of that
most agreeable and popular gentle
man, R. L. Keisler, and such a well
come that we received at his hands
is inezpressable. He could not have
paid US more thoughtful attention if
We had been a young maiden fancy
free and he a gallant beau sparkling
his first fame.
Friday night found IS in the new
home of Mr.. Henry D. Smith. He
has just completed a large and we'll
constructed residence and has furn.
ished it from top to bottom with
elegant furniture and has surrounded
himself with every comfort and