The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1900-01-31

Good Sporting Mood Thrilling
StnndbY Exon In N1.cII,,I.,.=

"ood Sporting Mood Thrilling
stnndby Evcn In Declining Years.
Some one has said," remarked jack
Iollifcr. that the closing years IN the
life OF southern gentleman are sad
anu lonely; that the man who leads
an out Of door life, hunting anu horse
racing, has no resources left with which
TO tighten his old age Well. fl. may bc
SO. but 1t seems TO me that that's n |
rather sweeping statement. Just take
my Uncle Archie in Virginia. whom l
visited during the holidays three years
ago.
why. Jack" he exclaimed rs he
met me ut the door Of the square old
fashioned homestead. 4 am glad to see
you. Come right In and make yourself
comfortable
II followed him into the dining room,
where the carved oaken legs OF the
OLD side table were almost bowed un-
der the game anu fruits ana wines.
YES. Jack my uncle said when
we were seated. 1t certainly does seem
good to see you, and l only wish you'd
come oftcner. But suppose I'm get
tin to he poor company for young
chap like you. The boys. they have
their huntin and ridin. but we old fell
lows iiuve TO just sit round and think
1t all over. No more foxes or coons
When your knees get feelln that stir
way guess there isn't much left
IN this world for your uncle now. But
us great comfort to see you again.
Jack: deed 1t is'
1t did seem hard for an old widowcr
l,Ot
take any part in the hunting TINT he
was so fond OF and with no one TO talk
to but old Joe and Aunt Sally His
one remaining interest seemed to cen
ter In his pet norsc. who like his mas.
ter. was of good thoroughbred stock.
but we'll OH In years.
jack my uncle said on the morn
Ing Of my departure. Robert /. and |
may be we'll OH past huntin and racin
days. but I'm goin to drive you down
to the station behind him. and. though
there may be horses in the country
that nre faster now. don't think we'll
miss that train Of yours by very much.
Joe. just let that shoveln rest awhile
and harness Robert l. to the light bug
gy | shall drive Mr. Tollifer to the
station
THE old darky touched his hat and
hobblcd Off to the stable. Soon lie re-
turned, leading Robert l. with one
hand and dragging the clinking har-
ness with the other. In the road he
stopped. threw the lines over the horse
and hobbled back to fetch the buggy.
Just then we heard n shouting and the
sounds OF galloping hoofs up the rond.
Nearer and nearer they came until q
small party Of horscmen dashed into
sight and did not stop until they drew
rein In front of Uncle Archie.
"Colonel Tollifer.' the leader began
breathlessly. have you seen-er-the
boys = er = go by here lately? Just
scared up big red fox--er-biggest
ever seen here-started up back Of
What! shouted Uncle Archie, his
eyes suddenly swapping. Big red fox?
First In two years? No. Which way?
haven't seen 'em. Goodby, Jack!
God bless you. my boy! Joe,' lie cried,
you drive Mr. Tollifer to the stationv
Sweeping the harness of. he scram-
bled excitedly to Robert LIS back and.
without saddle or stirrup, flew on with
the rest In their mad tear down the
road. Soon could only catch glimpses
between the clouds Of dust Of the white
whiskers blowing back over his shoul-
ders-an impressive reminder of that
old age which, they say. so snddens the
sives of gentlemen OF the south.;'-Neyy
York Sun.