The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1913-07-13

part own was transported With rap
ture especially as l thought myself
the cause OF her making so lovely an
appearance. What her bushes pro-
cecded from I cannot tell uniess It
was the eyes OF the whole house being
upon us two since every member of
the FAMILY knowing my attachment to
her and conceived / mad come with a
determination to pa, my addresses 10
her. Be that as IL may. | sat down
to dinner but could scarcely swallow
mouthful My hand trcmbled. my
heart palpitated. and my eyes too we'll
evinced my Internal commotion After
dinner we assembled in the hall where
tho sweet Judah favored us with a
good deal Of her Incompatible musick
She played as If she had been inspired
by some divinity OF music and tho ex-
ceiling In so peculiar a manner seemed
to do 1t with modesty which appeared
to Indicate an opinion of her own de-
ticicncy. which few so eminent as her
self would have thought they possess
ed. Thus my friend have l endeavorcd
as enthusiastically as possible to give
you an account Of my visit to the most
think | have said enough of her to
enable you to form proper idea OF
her worth. Should you have been un-
fortunate enough not to have attained
this knowledge believe me when / tell
you In plain words. She is beautiful,
sensible, affable, polite. goodtempered,
agreeable, and to crown the whole
truly calculated both by her virtues
ana accomplishments to render any man
happy.
Your friend
PETER S. RANDOLPH
If 1 can get the nankeen for YOU
will and have it made by Bob. who
assure YOU will make it better and
cheaper than any taylor down there.
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and the breeches shall be done as quick
as possible.
Peter Randolph. the young gentle
man VINO went accounting in June, 1887,
was the grandson of a baronet, Sir
Peyton Skipwith. and a near llinsman
the son of Jemerson's friend. Dabnev
Carr. who is buried beside him under
the great tree al Monticello. Peter
Randolph lived at Chatsworth. on the
James River. just below Richmond
The ride to Richmond OH a summer day
through woods fragrant with MOVERS
and rich with foliage gave to senti-
lnent. Hope flashed from the undulat-
Ing glory of the fields. upon the sandy
convolutions OF the narrow, winding
road and fell In point Of high light
upon Miss Judah. so serene and beau
tiful at Tuckahoe.
Young Peter upon the milk and
cider" horse. his half-boots firm in
the stirrup. his nankecn breaches and
SenteeI riding coat confirming his
social estate. rode ahead, while old
Abraham. the alert body servant kept
pace at respectful distance, almost as
much interested in this little affair as
his proud young master. Across the
iump of the old darkey's horse huge
portmanteau bulged, containing tho
gay red coat, waistcoats. stockings and
breeches. to say nothing of fine rufficd
shirts
Only six miles from Chatsworth to
Richmond and at Richmond young Pc
ter stopped. He lacked money. and 1t
was then. as now. nothing so soon
s'gnaiizes fine young gentleman" as
dollar here. quarter yonder." This
generosity would at least insure
good luck t ye, Marse Peter-
Here and there our fine young lover
hurried this sultry afternoon. He was
solicitious of loan perhaps, for this
was a way with young gentlemen in
1851 and since. Perhaps with young
members OF that close corporation. the
| Virginia aristocracy. he had been gam
ing, and had won: but he could collect
no debts to-day. after perturbed emo
tional night was the morrow with its
use. No money.
He determined to discard all hcti-
tious aids and to present himself-his
young, healthy. comedy self-to Miss
Judah.
The "roan" was ordered. and he
started to Tuckahoe, depending on his
own merit, going on at full tilt, eager
to pop the question.
But he came to a full stop. 4 gentle
man apprenticeship other than Col
onel Tom. father to his Judah A little
reputation ensues. which is natural in
father. He has trod the prickly path
of youth; he knows the temptation that
besets his sex: yet he probably de-
mands the white flower OF n blameless
life for his daughter. Colonel Tom Is
jolly squire. He keeps things lively
when he is there. When he died ne
groes all over the countryside sung
this couplet:
old man Torn is dade and gone;
No more fun at Tuckahoe"
An, Peter. my boy" cries Colonel
Tom, where to this hot morning?
Tuckahoe? That's good: but Tuckahoe
Will keep Peter. turn the roan's head
10 Richmond: I'll be going up to-mor-
row. Stay and go with me. All at
Chatsworth well?
Peter was uncertain. Abraham and
the portmanteau were far up the road
Would 1t be policy to return with Col
onel Tom and in the "toddied" intimacy
or "Pennocks" ask him for his daugh-
ters hand? Pennocks was neutral
ground.
Peter was puzzled indeed. He was
torn with the red fangs OF love, and
yet there were many things due to
Judahs father
IT'S hot, Peter boy" Colonel Tom
was saying. The sun is mounting flu
riously TO the zenith. Wait till the cool
OF the evening. Well have Il mint
julep at Pennocks. fried chicken, il
you likcNlnd cream and peaches, too.
Just as good at Tuckahoe torsooth-but
Pennocks is closer. Ha, ha, ha, Turn
the roam Peter. Give me your COM
pany. stay" And Peter stayed. over
the subsequent actions or Colonel Tom
and Peter a curtain is drawn, but we
have our suspicious.
In the evening July thunderstorm
arose. and Peter wished he had gone
on He'd go this moment-rain or notl
Colonel Tom or not! Abraham was ar
Tuckahoe now with the portmanteau.
He would press on. no matter II the
nankten trousers and the genteel riding
coat did get wet. Was there not the
red coat in all its form and color, ana
the black silk breeches. too? What IL
old Abraham. uneasy and disappointed
n L. AL.