Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-04-12

uncle nailed up with their own hands
over the entrance.
Nineteen years ago was graduated
from Harvard, My classmate and
chum, Bob Brownley, Of Richmond,
Va, was graduated with me. He was
class poet, l, yard marshal. We had
been four years together at st. Paurs
previous to entering Harvard. No girl
and lover were fonder than we Of each
other.
My people had money and to spare,
and with it a hardheaded, northern
horse sense. The Brownleys were
poor as church mice, but they had the
brilliant, virile blood of the old south
ern oligarchy and the romantic, "sa-
laam- to- no-one" Dfxie-land pride Of
before the-war days, when southern
prodigality and hospitality were found
wherever women were fair and mems
mirrors in the bottom or their julep-
glasses.
Bob's father, one Of the big, white
pillars of southern aristocracy, had
gone through congress and the senate
Of his country to the tune Of Spend
and Not Spare" which left his widow
and three younger daughters and a
small son dependent upon Bob, his
eldest.
Many a warm summer afternoon, as
Bob and l padded down the Charles,
iCrht q Q
we sat in my shooting-boX on the
Cape Cod shore, had we matched up
for our future. l was to have the in
side run of the great banking business
of Randolph & Randolph. and Bob
was eventually to represent my faith
er's firm on the floor of the stock ex-
change. I'D die in an office" Bob
used to say, "and the floor Of the
stock exchange is just the chimney
place to roast my hoe cake in" So
when our college days were over my
able old father stood us up against the
wall in his Office, and tried US by his
tests, and proud we both were when
dad said: Jim, you and Bob have
y SIlOSCl "Cli' 4Ou, Ollll, dlS JuoN NAIS
chap to step into my shoes, and Bob is
cut to thirty-second and sixty-fourth
for the floor" Proud we were, not sc
, much because of what my fathers
decision meant for our future, for we
knew we should get into the business
all right. but because our judgment
was Endorsed by one we both thought
, as near infallible as man could be ir
anything pertaining to business af-
fairs.
Bob was then % and a year Older
i one of your raw-boned New Eng
land lads, not much for prettiness, but
= willing to weigh in race-day with any
of them for steadiness and staying
qualities: Bob as handsome as they
made them. six feet tall in his gym
sandals, straight as an arrow, with the
form CT an Indian. and one of those
clean, brave, all-for-hear nothing for
policy. smiling faces to which mer
yield willing friendliness, and women
y idOlatry. BOb's eyes were as big ant
round and purple brown as an Eng
y lish bulldogs, unfathomable. at once
O mild and stern. with childish come
and-go perplexity; his nose as straigh
as though chiseled by a master for
Greek medallion, with thin curved lip'
o to correspond, and high, broad-fore
O head whose whiteness was set off b!
@ a luXuriance of hair that seemed jet
. black but was of the same rare pur
= pie brown as his eyes. But it was TIT
4 pose of BObs head that gave his goot
looks their crown. Whoever has seel
: a bunch of -year-old colts in I
long-grass Kentucky paddock. whe'
the darky boy let's loose his shril