Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-04-18

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mo; there is not" rejoined the guart
coolly. ..
'Ts the fare paid?" inquired m,
uncle. ~.
"Of conurse It is," rejoined the guard
TT is, Is it?" said my uncle. "Ther
here goes-which coach?" ....
This" said the guard, pointing tc
an old-fashioned Edinburgh and Lon.
don mail, which had got the steps
down and the door open. 'Stop-here
are the other passengers. Let them
get in first" .-.. ...
AS the guard spoke, there all al
once appeared, right In front Of my
uncle, a young gentleman In powder
ed wig and a skyblue coat trimmed
with silver, made very full and broad
in the skirts, which were lined with
buckram. Tiggin and Welps were in
the printed calico and waistcoat piece
line, gentlemen, so my uncle knew all
the materials at once. He wore knee
breeches and kind of leggings rolled
UP over his silk stockings, and shoes
with buckles; he had ruffles at his
wrists, three cornered hat on his head
and long taper sword by his side,
The flaps Of his waistcoat came half
way down his thighs, and the ends OF
his cravat reached to his waist. He
stalked gravely to the coach door,
pulled or his hat and held 1t out above
his head at arms length. cooking his
little finger in the air at the same
time, as some affected people do when
they take a cup Of tea; then drew his
feet together and made a low grave
bow, and then put out his left hand.
itfo IN
ward and shake It heartily when he
perceived that these attentions were
directed not toward him, but to a
young lady who just then appeared at
the foot Of the steps, attired in an
old-fashioned green velvet dress with
q long waist and stomacher. She had
no bonnet on her head, gentlemen,
which was muffied In a black silk
hood, but she looked round for an in
slant as she prepared to get into the
coach, and such a beautiful face as
she discovered my uncle had never
seen-not even in picture. She got
into the coach, holding up her dress
with one hand, and as my uncle al
ways said with round oath, when he
told the story, he wouldn't have be-
lieved 1t possible that legs and feet
could have been brought to such a
them with his own eyes.
But in this one glimpse Of the beau
tiful face my uncle saw that the young
lady had cast an imploring look upon
him, and that she appeared terrified
and distressed. He noticed, too. that
the young fellow in the powdered wig,
try, which was all very fine and
grand, clasped her tightly by the wrist
when she got in, and followed himself
afterward. An uncom-
monty ill-looking fellow in a close
brown wig and plum colored suit,
wearing a very large sword and boots
up to his hips, belonged to the party;
and when he sat himself down next to
the young lady, who shrunk into a
corner at his approach, my uncle was
confirmed In his original impression
that something dark and mysterious
was going forward or, as he always
said himself, that there was a screw
loose somewhere" It's quite surpris-
ing how quickly he made up his mind
to help the lady at any peril If she
needed help. .,
Death and lightning!" exclaimed
the young gentleman, laying his hand
upon his sword as my uncle entered
the coach.
Blood and thunder!" roared the
other gentleman. With this he whip
ped his sword out and made lunge
at my uncle without further ceremony.
My uncle had no weapon about him,
but with great dexterity he snatched
the ill-looking gentleman's three-cor-
nered hat from his head, and receiving
the point of his sword right through
the crown, squeezed the sides together
and held 1t tight.
Pink him behind" cried the ILL
looking gentleman to his companion;
as he struggled to regain his sword.
HE had better not" cried my uncle,
displaying the heel Of one Of his shoes
in a threatening manner. '1'll kick his
brains out IL he has any, or fracture
his strength at this moment, my uncle
the ill-looking mans sword
from his grasp and flung 1t clean out
of the coach window, upon which the
younger gentleman vociferated Death
and lightning!" again, and laid his
hand upon the hilt Of his sword In a
very fierce manner, but didn't draw 1t.
Perhaps, gentlemen, as my uncle used
to say with a smile, perhaps he was
afraid Of alarming the lady.
Now, gentlemen" said my uncle,
taking his seat deliberately, II don't
want to have any death with or with
out lightning in lady's presence, and
we have had quite blood and thunder
ing enough for one journey.
"All right" cried the guard with
the lantern. mounting into his little
seat behind. Away they went. My
uncle's thoughts were occupied with
the young lady who sat in the farthest
corner of the coach, with her face
muffled closely in her hood: the gen.
tleman with the sky blue coat sitting
opposite to her, and the other man In
the plum colored suit by her side, and
both watching her intently. II she so
much as rustled the folds Of her hood,
he could hear the Ill looking man clap
his hand upon his sword, and tell by
the others breathing cit was SO dark
he couldn't see his face) that he was
looking as big as If he were going to
devour her at mouthful. This reused
my uncle more and more, and he re-
solved, come what come might, to see
the end Of 1t. He had a great admir-
alton for bright eyes and sweet faces,
and pretty legs and feet; in short he
was fond Of the whole SEX 1t runs In
our family, gentlemen-so am I.
All of a sudden the coach stopped.
"Hello!" said my uncle. What's in
the wind now?"
"Alight here" said the guard, letting
down the steps.
"Herei" cried my uncle.
Here" rejoined the guard.
'Tll do nothing Of the Sort" said
my uncle.
VERY well-then stop where you
are" said the guard.
II WILL" said my uncle.
DO" said the guard.
The other passengers had regarded
this colloquy with great attention; and
finding that my uncle was determined
not to alight, the younger man squeez-
ed past him to hand the lady out. At
this moment the Ill looking man was
inspecting the hole in the crown Of his
three -cornered hat AS the young lady
brushed past she dropped one Of her
gloves into my uncle's hand, and soft
ly whispered with her lips, so close to
his face that he felt her warm breath
on his nose, the single word "Help!"
Gentlemen. my uncle leaped out Of the
coach at once with such violence that
1t rocked on the springs again.
"Oh! you've thought better OF 1t.
have you?" said the guard, when he
saw my uncle standing on the ground.
My uncle looked at the guard for a
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