Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-08-26

blush with shame. I remember once
disputed his word about one Of Bal.
zac's heroes, only to have him prove
that was wrong few minutes later
In the incest manner.
HE happened to be dining here, too
one night when Bishop Page stopped
over with us on his way to Florida.
There were several young men pres.
ent, among them Tarpley cambridge,
who belongs to one Of the very Oldest
families In Georgia and Is considered
the catch Of the county. Well, he sal
there like stick in the cushion Of bis
chair and let Mr.. Buckley conduct the
entire conversation with the bishop. In
fact, Bishop Page simply directed most
Of his remarks to Mr.. Buckley, and it
really was an intellectual treat. he
trlppcd the bishop up twice, and the
old man flushed, but laughingly ad-
nitted he was wrong. He was most
favorably impressed with Mr.. Buckley,
and, of course, I did not enter into
awkward explanations. Yes, his man.
ners could not be improved. He must
have associated with refined people
when he was off at college. I shall
always say that the surest sign Of q
gentleman is for him to put his elbows
on the dinner table without seeming to
do it. don't say Mr.. Buckley puts
bis on, but he doesn't sit up like a
post and not know what to do with his
hands, as some men do. He acts, even
on occasions like that dinner, as If such
things were an everyday affair. The
maid, In passing around the table, awk-
wardly touched his elbow just as IL
was about to drink from his glass Of
claret and shook some Of the wine out
on my best cloth. Now, l once saw
the same thing happen to a man In
Richmond, and he promptly laid the
blame where it belonged, to acquit him.
self Of appearing awkward. but Mr..
Buckley treated it with superb indif-
ference. He was telling some story.
and he did not even pause. but, taking
a salt cellar. he poured some Of the
salt on the spot, and as he continued
to talk he kept rubbing it in as If he
hardly knew what he was doing. The
salt saved the cloth from bad stain.
and it was all done as prince might
have done It.
"You know the negroes can never for
give the poor whites for rising Into
prominence, and Milly, when she was
clearing away the things from the table
that evening. called to me. Come here,
Miss Amy she said. with sneer;
everybody done lef' DER napkins on de
table 'cept dat po' white trash, en- he
lef' his in his chair OF course 1t was
q little thing and has no weight one
way or another; but, do you know, the
next month when l was back In Rich
mond, and your aunt Tilly had that
young English lord to dinner, 1 watch
ed everything he did and noticed that
he dropped his napkin in his chair
when he left the table. | have since
learned that it is quite customary over
there. We don't do it, you know, but
really they would look nicer In the
chairs than lot Of linen. wads stuck
about among the finger bowls and
salad dishes. They would be less sug-
gestive of the lavatory of crowded
sleeping car early In the morning.
Kitty Cosby drew full breath when
Mrs. Cranston paused.
"And on top Of all that you say he's
good looking" she said. with a pretty
smile. We'll. Ill tell you. you'd bet
ter send me back to Richmond. My
folks have certain vague matrimonial
plans for me. and don't know whether
I'm safe here or not. always did love
to kick over the traces"
"Oh, do be sensible, Kitty"
"Well. you certainly have got trouble
ahead" said the girl, more seriously.
Lydia would hate to cause discord In
the family. know. but nine girls out
of ten would fall dead in love with that
sort of man under those circumstances,
and they would want to stick to him
too"
"Oh. Kitty, how could we-how could
we possibly write back that our only
child was to marry man like that?
What would the Parsons, the Wood.
burys, the Delmars. think? And Aunt
Halle, who at once gets the particu-
lars. and If the name were not down In
Bishop Meade's "Old Families and
Churches" she'd have fit. 1t won't
do, Kitty; it won't do. Something has
got to be DONE"
"Yes, but what?' said the girl. "You
can count on me. I'll earn my board
while I'm here If possibly can. How
does Governor Telfare like his rivalT'
Hes simply crazy, Kitty. He Is
just at the age to want to do things
In a hurry too. Folks say he never
cared for his dead wife. and suppose
this is really his first love affair. He
confded In me and said he simply
could not bear a refusal. Then, just
as l have explained to you, told him
what we feared in regard to Lydia's
sympathy-I called it that-for George
Buckley and advised him to handle
her cautiously. He turned as white as
a sheet. and his proud, thin lip curled
like an angry dogs.
"'Do you mean to tell me, Mrs.
Cranston,' he said. that have a rival
in that man, the son Of Georgia con-
vict-I. the only living Telfare in the
line-I, who have been honored by my
state as the Telfares before me have
been honored? Am to meet on equal
ground. under the roof Of the most
aristocratc family Of the Old Domin-