Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1902-08-06

sires. Come with me. Jennifer, keep
within, and If you hear groans praise
the Lord for the correction of a sim
ner."
Greatly marvellng, 1 followed the
captain as he marched out Of the par
lor. Arrived at the garden, he looked
around. $50" he said, "he has not yet
come Perhaps it Is light enough for
you to read some Of his pernicious
stuff" With that he put his hand into
his pocket and drew forth paper.
"Read that, Jack. say, read it."
Iobeyed. The twilight gave sufficient
light for reading the manuscript. Be-
sides. the writing was large and in bold
characters. "Why," said, 81 know
this writing. 1t is Sam Semple's."
every good. Go on. therefore,
At the very first words understood
what had already happened and guess
ed pretty we'll what was going to hap
pen.
'Molly divine! Thy heavenly charms prevail,
As wheu the sun doth rise stars fade and pale"
"No need for much more Of the rub
bish. Jack. Read the last Of 1t. read
it all, and 1t made me SICK
$50, matchless maid. thy silence grants consent.
See, at thy feet, the poets knee Is bent
When evening roses scatter fragrance faint
And the sad Philomel renews his plaint."
did ever man hear such stuff. Jack?
Go on"
"Within this bow'r, afar from sight Of men,
Tomorrow, Wednesday, at the hour OF ten,
That bow'r, q shrine Of love and temple fair,
will await thee-Samuel Semple-there."
"What do you think Of that, Jack?
Samuel Semple, the ragged, skulking,
sniveling. impudent son Of a thieving
exciseman! A very fine lover for my
little maid Ha, will he? Will he"
The captain grasped his cudgel with
resolution.
"Sirw said, with submission. what
did Molly say to this precious epistleT
Molly? Dost think that would
let the little maid see such ranting
stuff? Not so. The black woman
brought the precious letters to me.
There are three of them. Wait, Jack.
Thou shalt see. Hush! l hear his
step. Let us get into the summer
house and lie snug to see. what hap
pens"
We stepped into the summer house,
now pretty dark. and waited expectant.
Like the captain, was filled with
amazement that Samuel, whom I knew
we'll. who was my schoolfellow. should
presume to lift his eyes so high. Alas!
There Is no bound or limit, ! am as
sured, to the presumption Of such as
this stringer of foolish rhymes. Yet
felt some compunction for him be-
cause he would most assuredly receive
a basting such as would cure him ef-
fectually of the passion called love, so
far as this object was concerned.
Presently we heard footsteps crunch.
ing the gravel. Snug. my lad. Lie
snug." whispered the captain. We
heard the steps making their way
along the path between the gooseberry
and currant bushes. Then they came
out upon the grass lawn before the
summer house. "The grass Is as big
as q quarter deck. Jack" said the cap
tain. 1T will serve for the basting OF
a measly clerk. I've knocked down
many a mutinous dog In the quarter
deck"
The poet came to the summer house
and stood outside, irresolute. He could
not see the two occupants. He hemmed
twice aloud. There was no reply.
"Matchless Molly" he whispered.
Divine maid! am here at thy feet.
Nymph of tlS azure sea, am here"
"The devil you are" cried the cap
tain. stepping out. why. here Is a
precious villain for you! Jack. cut him
off In the rear If he tries to get away.
$3.50. my young quill driver, you
would poach on the preserves Of your
betters. would you? Would you?
Would you?" AT each repetition he
banged the wooden post Of the sum-
mer house with his cudgel.
The poet made no reply. but he look
ed to right and to left and behind him
for way of escape. but found none,