Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-12-29
BLuNoERs REACT ON MAKERS.
Best Intentions ,oftsn Prove to Be In
Bad Taste.

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Best Intentions Often Prove to Be In
Bad Taste.
II read somewhere, not long ago, q
story Of an impetuous young fellow
who permitted his bad temper and his
imagination to lead him into striking
a blind man." said a treasury special
agent who Is on the road good deal.
THE story went that he was standing
at street-car transfer station with q
young woman, waiting for a car, when
he noticed that man standing short
distance away stared, or appeared to
be staring, pretty hard at the girl.
There was, besides, sort Of half smile
on the starers face. The impetuous
young fellow took the starer for q
masher, and he walked over and, with
out a word smashed him In the face.
Then he found out that the man he
had hit was totally blind-his attend
ant had left him for moment to get
something in the corner drugstore. I
| CdIl Ao" Sho% yOohi6 SAAeSf
must, II his instincts were right have
hated himself for that blow-how he
must, indeed, have felt like thrusting
the fist that struck the blow into the
furnace. as a young college fellow that
I once knew did after striking q
wrongful blow.
But on Pennsylvania train, out Of
Philadelphia for the west, saw, few
weeks ago, an incident Of the same
general sort that impressed me as
witnessed 1t. AS for the man whose
looseness of speech caused him to
make the sad mistake. there was real
ly nothing to do but to feel sorry for
him.
HE was a clean, snappy, clipper
built man verging on middle age, and
an hour or so after the train left Phil
adelphia-it was during the afternoon
he started through the smoking COM
partments Of the chair cars and Sleep
ers to get up a whist quartet.
There were not many male passen-
gers on the train, and Of these few not
many appeared to know how to
play whist. Most Of them met his
invitation with a courteous nod, mega
tiving the proposition on the ground
that they didn't understand the game.
But when whist fiend makes up
his mind to assemble q party on board
a train he never gives up trying until
he has succeeded or rendered q good
many travellers nervous, and that was
the case with the solid-looking but
snappy Philadelphian. s,.
After herculean exertions, involving
many excited and beseeching tours
through several cars, he finally got
hold Of two men who announced their
willingness to take a hand Then, Of
course, he became more Strenuous than
ever in his effort to .Gst ~ nnal play
er.
HE appeared for the fourth consec-
utive time In the smoking compart-
ment, in which sa., and begged each
of US once again to tfll sup the four
Most Of the men In the compartment,
including myself, did not know the
game of whist, and we succeeded In
convincing the snappy-looking man
that We were telling the truth about 1t.
1.-THE last man that he tackled for
the fourth consecutive time was fine
looking fellow Of thirty or 30. whose
face had a look of trouble in It, al
though he replied courteously enough
to the whist fiend's invitations. Each
time he said, in a low tone, that he
did not feel like taking hand.
| ION this last time around the whist
nend said to him:
you'll make the fourth, I'm sure.
Come ahead. Tables all ready and the
games waiting
"No,' was the reply Of the man with
the troubled expression. I don't feel
like joining in. should like to obiige'
but, and his voice broke q trihe
at that, and some of us in the compart-
ment could see that the man was .un-
der a strain. But the whist fiend
didn't see it.
"'You play, don't your he persisted.
"'Yes, play was the reply, still a
little hoarse-and then he turned ana
gazed out Of the window.
"Huh-I can't understand man
knowing how to play whist and not
wanting to play it-blamed II can
impatiently mumbled the whist fend
as he started to go out Of the car, and
he muttered something. too, as ne
reached the door, that sounded q good
deal like lobster
"The man with the troubled look
turned his head about quickly from
the window, and he had gone a bit
pale, as we could see. He didn't rise
from his seat, but he stretched forth
long arm, grasped the whist fiend by
the sleeve Of his coat, and pulled him
into a seat.
my friend he said to the startled
whist fiend-and there was wan and
gray look about his mouth as he spoke
you should restrain your impatience
and your tongue. I am not a lobster.
There Is no law compelling me to tell
you why do not elect to join your
game Of whist, but shall tell you, not
because you have any right to question
or impugn the motives Of a stranger,
but because your deficiency Of tact
will stand correction. I am not Joining
your whist party because the casket
containing the body Of my wife Is on
the baggage car attached to this train