Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1900-08-18
had abused his wife. Nevertheless he
was hanged.
FOSTER.BARNETT.
Well Told Story OF an Interesting Social
Event.

Event.
Correspondence Of the Yorkville Enquirer.
HICKORY GROVE, August 12.-It
was late in the afternoon last Thurs
day, and the sun had fingered in his
journey to witness the scene in which
Colonel Thomas Jefferson Barnett, and
Miss Nancy Elmira Foster, were
united in the holy bonds OF wedlock,
the Rev. Jas. B. Cobb, of Hickory
Grove, officiating. Colonel Barnett is
originally from Louisville, Kentucky,
where he is well and favorably known
but more recently has decided to
make his home in the old Palmetto
State, where he is personally inter-
ested in number of mines; not as
practical promoter, but as one who
believes that the richness of our min
eral resources will more than compen.
safe for the cost of development. Col
onel Barnett is an expert in bis line
and a hustler.
Miss Foster, of Smitbford, is decended
from some of the oldest and best fami-
lies in the state, and is so much better
known than the writer of this article,
that any comment on her many ac-
complishments, her many charms of
person and mind, would be entirely
unnecessary and out of place.
After the ceremony, this handsome
couple were driven to the palatial
residence of Mr.. W. 8. Wilkerson,.
where an elegant reception, was ten
dered them, and where Mrs. W. s.
Wilkerson had prepared royal spread,
with bill of fare too elaborate to be
mentioned in your columns. Suffice to
say it would have been treat for the
gods, and the scene in the grand din
ing room, with guests assembled, re-
minded one of the old colonial days
when all the mirth and wit and beau
ty and grace of whole state were
drawn together on such an occasion.
After supper we were treated to mu-
sic by the orchestra, led by Mr.. Wilk-
erson, first violinist, and Miss Latham,
pianist. Our souls were thrilled with
melody's sweetness, first with,
"Airs with many winding bout,
OF linked sweetness long drawn out"
Such an orchestra would have won
applause on any stage; but when Mr..
Wilkerson struck off on the "Down-
fall of Paris," every foot was uncon-
sciously keeping time to the magic of
his music. Then it was that Colonel
Barnett was persuaded to dance
solo for the inspiration of those who
should later caper nimbly to the pleas
ings of an up to date waltz. Colonel
Barnett had often told us, in his own
inimitable classic phrase, that "there
had never been note made on fid-
die which he could not tramp into the
floor" with his own fantastic toes.
This statement he fully verified, for
next morning Mr.. Wllkerson's floor
looked like one vast sheet of classical
music.
So deep and intense was the JOY of
all that the crowd did not disperse
until the wee small hours of the morn
ing, every one feeling very grateful to
Mr.. and Mrs. Wilkerson, and wishing
Colonel Barnett and his fair bride long
life and prosperity. We tried to catch
some of the pretty speeches made to
the bride and groom; but remember
only this one made by school teach
or now in our midst: "May your
honeymoon, which has risen tonight
in all its trarscendent beauty, soften
ing all the rugged places in life's land
scape, never, never set until you have
crossed over the river where your feet
shall continue to glide gracefully and
in unison with the music of the stars"