The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1904-06-15
:uMILLWOOD."
A Joyous Summers Outing Upon the Banks
Of the Beautiful Savannah.

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was very Mexican, in that it had NJ
floor save that of Mother Earth
Around this to the height of ordinary
balustrades the concrete was built
One or two steps led up to the rooms
which were separated by a gigantic
chimney. with fire-places which
seemed large enough for giants. The
windows were large with wooden
blinds. The bedsteads were ancient
four posters held together by an
interlacipg of stout cotton rope-these
including the other furniture were of
mahogany and walnut. The window
shades, mattresses and all other
accessories were modern. The
old dwelling house and indeed,
all the other buildings had an in
describable air of the sea and ships.
The upper story of the building.
projected. Indeed the "old House,
in which Mr.. Jas. Edward Calhoun
resided, was arranged inside like the
cabin of a ship. All this with the
broad river and the Millrace brought
the sea constantly to mind. The
mighty sweep of the river. the roar
of the tumbling, whirling waters,
the long green stretch of Bermuda
pasture, the sleek cattle grazing conten-
tedly or drinking, standing knee deep
in the shadows Of the river, and every
where the venerable oaks, all seemed
a scene from some Acadian Land.
The next morning the invalid de-
clared he had slept like boy of ten,
and bad enjoyed the warmth of the
blankets in August. In three days
he was hunting and fishing, with
material result in health and table
del cacies.
Cousin Beaufort, Gloria and the
Cadets decided to 60 down to Aunt
Patsy's cabin to hear her talk about
the past. Seating themselves at the
front of wide spreading oak, Aunt
Patsy in a chair began thus
"Way back yonder, fur as my man.
my and granmamy, kin recolleck dis
here land 'blong to the Calhouns.
Marse John G. Calhoun, marry Miss
Floride; sister to our young Marster
James Edward. Our Marster married
too, an he wife die IN one year. He
60 way off on de sea, mourning and
q mourning for her. He was in de
Nunited States ships and he was a
Captain dar. At las he come back
home; but he never marry no more.
Den when Marse John G., his sis
ter's husband, die away off yander in
Washington he built "The Cottage"
for her to retire from the world and
come here and mourn her great loss.
She stay here two year, when she say
de sound of de ridder weary her, and
she 90 back to her own home at Fort
Hill where that Clemson man built a
college for udder folks chillun. You
know, Marse John G. was President
of de Nunited States once. He was
grea. man to be sure, dar is udder 'ris-
tocratlek families bout here but none
on 'em comes up to Marse John G.
l had seed him many q time when
| was young GAL"
did you know Mr.. Clemson, his
son-in-law, Aunt Patsy?" asked the
Clemson Freshman.
Huh reckon I did, I member
one time he was visiting Marse James
Edward, and he git to talking big
about Suddern people depending on
farmin, and poor far,uin at dat, to
make libing. Maum Polly was q
waiting on de table and she git 80 mad,
she tole Mr.. Clemson she had a great
mind to hit him wild de poker"
Hit Mr.. Clemson with the pokern
cried the Freshman, "didn't your
Marse James give her. good strap
ping?"
"No I say! Marse James didn't
strap his nlggers, nor low overseers to
strap dem nudder. He didn't pay no
'tention to Maum Polly. L 'speck he
was thinking bout his wife and dar-
lin little son lying in de cold, cold
ground" Then raising her voice, she
said with scorn, "You think 80 much
of Mr.. Clemson He tuck de Calhoun
money and built dat college and dat
very money 'blongs to de Calhoun
heirs now! He nutting tall but a
highway robber!
"Oh. auntie," said the Clemson
Cadet with Freshman disdain, "If Mr..
Clemson hadn't built the College, we
would have had it all the same. Ben
Tillman would have built it as he did
Winthrop. really regret that be did
not leave his property to his relatives. +"
Aunt Patsy was visibly mollified :;
but the Georgia Cousin could not re,
sist the temptation to ruff1e the devot-
ed soul of the loyal old servant.
Aunt Patsy" he said assuming q
mysterious and confidential air and
winking at Raleigh and the cadets !;
for he was not at all sure how their
state pride would tolerate such rank
treason, Aunt Patsy, they say over in
Georgia, that Jon. G. Calhoun was a
grand rascal-er that-in fact--er-
that in short-he stole
"Stole?" shrieked Aunt Patsy, paut-
ing with rage. You young debiI, you!
'Stole? Stole what? I dar YOU to tell
me! You low down stock you You
overseer's son Stole what, you white
trash," Then shaking her fist in i'm
potent rage she said, "I'll hab it outen
you, or we Calhoun niggers ill drown
you in de Hominy Pot in Savannah
River afore de sun rise p' Coniured by
this awful threat the Georgian taking
care to keep beyond the reach of her
stout walkingstick said in a sepulchral
voice.
They say, over in, Georgia, he
stole, "the stick was raised threatening
ly-"that he stole-all the brains from
the rest of the Calhouns."
You limb of Satan, you, the crows
Will feed upon you, and the buzzards
or de valley pick out yer eyes-der