Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-01-16
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my kit to my back, shouldered my RI
fe, and hoofed it upstream. I says
I'll see for myself where this here par
agon lays it all over the rest of he
sect, but sho',-the closter came t
old man Rhett the mo- I heard o
Polly"
Dick, how you do run on" criet
Polly protestingly, but Chills and Fe'
ver's knightly soul dwelt in its illu
sions, and the years had not made
stale his romance. Also Polly wa!
beaming on him with a wealth Of af'
fection.
81 seen her fo' the first time as was
fwarmin' the trail within a mile o.
old man Rhett's. She was carrying
grist of con down to the mill ir
her fathers OK cart. When l clappeo
eyes on her / says, 'I'll marry thai
llady. I'll make her the Countess Of
Lambeth-she'll shore do TO the peer
age any day. That was yo' mommy
sneezics!" Mr.. Cavendish paused tc
address himself to the baby whom
Connie had relinquished to him.
You bet made time the rest of the
way. 1 says, She's sixteen If she's 6
day, and all looks!' 1 broke into ole
man Rhett's clearin' on keen run
He was a settin' afo' his do smokin
his pipe and he glanced me over kind
of weary-lke and says, 'Howdy" Il
want much of a greetin' the way he
said it, either; but l figured 1t was
some better than bein' chased off the
place. So I stepped indo's, stood my
rifle in a corner and hung up my cap
He was watchin' me and presently he
drawled out, Make yo'self perfectly al
home, stranger
81 says, 'Squire'-he want a squire
but they called him that says
Squire, my names Cavendish. Let's
get acquainted quick. I'm here TO- tc
cote yo' Polly. I seen her on the road
spell back and couldn't be better
suited
He says. You had ought to be
yo'll spile in this climate
81 says, I'll keep in any climate
HE says, Polly amt givin' hei
thoughts much to marryin,' she's busy
keepin house fo' her pore old father.
Il says. I've come here special TO
to arouse them thoughts you mention
If seem slow
He says, You don't. If this Is yo
idea of bein' slow, I'd wish to avoid
you when you was in a hurry
-'I says, Put in yo' spare moments
thinkin' up a suitable blessin' TO US.
He says, You'll have yo' hands
full. There's a number Of young fell
lows hereabouts that you don't lay
it over none in pint Of freshness OF
looks
'T says, Does she encourage any
of emp
He says, Nope, she don't. Amt
been tellin' you she's givin' her mind
to keepin' house fo' her pore old
father?'
"I says, If she don't encourage 'em
none, she shore must disencourage
'em. low she gets my help in that.
He says, They'll run you so far
into the mountings, Mr.. Cavendish
you'll never be heard tell of again ir
these parts
Il says, I'll bust the heads offer
these here galoots If they try that!'
He asks, grinnin'. Have yo' ar.
ranged how yo' remains are to be
sent back to yo' folks?'
Il says, I'm an orphan man Of IT,
tie, a peer Of England, and you car
leave me lay If it comes to that
WELL he says, If them's yo' wishe:
the buzzards as good as got you.
Cavendish lapsed into a momentary
silence. 1t was plain that these were
cherished memories.
That's what l call co'tin'!" remark.
ed Mr.. Yancy, with conviction.
The earl of Lambeth resumed:
1T was as bad as old man Rhett sale
it was. Sundays his do'yard looked
like a militia muster. They told 1t OF
him that he hadn't cut a stick Of woot
since Polly was risin' twelve. l reckon
without exaggeration, I fit every un'
married man in that end of the county
and two lookin' widowers from Nash
VILE. l served notice on them that II
attend to that wood pile of old mar
/ Dhatt'o fo' 10 f,t fhat Wa,
qualifyin' fo' to be his son-in-law, anC
seekin' his endorsement as a provider
took 'em on one at a time as they
happened along, and lambasted 'en
all over the place. AS fo' the Nash
willie widowers," said Cavendish will
a chuckle and a nod to Polly. Il prett!
nigh drownded one Of 'em in the Elk
We met in Upstream and fit it ou
there: and the other quit the county
That was fo'teen years ago; but, mint
you, I'd do it all over again tomorrow.
But, Dick, you amt telling Mr.
Yancy nothin' about yo' title" expos
tulated Polly.
I'D admire to hear mo- about that,
said Yancy.
I'm getting round to that 1t wa
my great grandfather come over her
from England. His name was Richar'
Keppel Cavendish, same as mine Is
He lived back yonder on the Carolina
coast and went to raisin' tobacco. Tv
heard my grandfather tell how he'
heard folks say his father was alway
hintin in his Ticker that he was
heap better than he seemed, and
people only knowed the truth abou
him they'd respect him mo-, and meb
by treat him better. Well, sir. h
married and riz a family; there wa
my grandfather and passel of girls
and that crop of children was the onl,
decent crop he ever rlz. I've heard m,
grandfather tell how. when he got oil
enough to notice such things, he seel
that his father had the look Of ma
with something mysterious hangir
over him, but he couldn't make 1t on
what it was, though he gave it a hea
of study. He seen, too, that let hir
tocta Df ha' hapi