A Scoundrel at large.
--The Unionville (S. C.)
Press, of a recent date, contains the following:
A man appeared suddenly in our town on Friday last — whether on foot back, or what way, we know not — and cut quite a swell.--His first step was to buy a new suit of clothes, as the ones he had on was not in correspondence with those of a ‘"sport."’ He put up at Messrs. Fant
& Powel's Hotel, without registering, which of course slipped his memory.
On being asked by some one what his name was, he said he ‘"never carried a name when he went traveling."’ He claimed to be a native of Virginia
, and passed off for a tobacco peddler, stating that his teams were a few miles from this place, and that he was anxious to engage his tobacco.
He had quite a surplus of California
's rich dust, and was quite obliging in changing several pieces for paper money.
He seemed perfectly acquainted with all the stations of our troops in Virginia
, and was quite sanguine of victory on our side.
He purchased Havana
's with extravagance, and seemed to enjoy them with exceeding gusto.
He visited all the bar-rooms in town, pitching into ‘"old French
"’ as though he were a familiar acquaintance, treating every one who would take a ‘ "smile"’ with him. He seemed to be liberal enough not to spend all his money in one house, but to distribute it generally.
His enjoyment was finally interrupted by his asking a free negro to take a game of cards with him. The negro informed on him, but too late for arrest, as he had taken the hint and left for parts unknown.
Suspicion was immediately aroused, and he was pursued several miles, but he made good his escape.
We have since learned that he stole a horse at Pacolet
, in this District, and one over in York
He is a man about thirty years of age, five feet eight or nine inches high, quick spoken, and has a rascally countenance.
He had on, when he left, a black suit of clothes, and a black low- crown hat. He probably would weigh one hundred and seventy pounds. Look out for him, everybody.