Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1853-06-16

"SAos'cs' anu tne leauer sWeryed and
turned restlessly. Bells long whip
Was used unsparingly, but some what in
Judiciously, and the leader even jumped
80 high once or twice that he nearly
cleared the traces. His spiri. seemed
contagious, for the other horse. who ill
now had been comparatively msnagea.
Die, grew as restiye as his companion.--
AT last, in spite Of Bells self possession
and firm hand, they got entirely beyond
her control, and though Grace never said
word. she expected to be dashed TO
pieces every moment. They were tear
ing along now at terrible rate, but Bell
was beginning to hope that as nothing
lmpeded their way, they would soon
tire themselves down, and with steady
eyes anc hand she was preparing to
guide them 80 as to aviod huge oak
tree which stood in the middle of the
road, when gun shot close by them,
made the horses spring and dash for.
ward; the stanhope struck the tree, and
the girls were thrown to the ground.--
The enfuriated animals never slackened
their pace, but kept on with part of the
carriage at their heels. whilst Bell, bur
momeniarily stunned, crept out from un-,
der Grace who had been thrown upon
her.
Just then the sportsman, whose gnu
mad caused the misfortune. came hurry.
ing to the spot, with his game bag and
powder horn slung across his shoulder.
1t was Mr.. Morgan.
'Oh, my God, what have done!' he
cried.
is she dead!' asked Bell, pointing to
Grace.
Il think not, but terribly stunned; run
to the brook down yonder and wet these
handkerchiefs; we've nothing to carry
water in.'
Bell started off, making as much haste
as the long grass would permit her. and
Tom raised Grace's insensible form in
his arms, and whispered strange words
over her; which brought the rosy hsh,
flashing across her face. like the Aurora
Borealis, on clear night. To this day
we know not what the magic sentence
might have been, but Grace vows it was
only the pow-wowing of medicine man
and seemed satisfied with its efficacy.
A wagon was procured from a farm
house near, and Grace was lifted in, a
sprained wrist aud few bruises worse
for her ride with Bell Hamilton.
Il will send Sam for Doctor Murray
immediately said Tom, as he placed
Grace upon sofa.
Surely that's unnecessary; YOU know
what should be done for such sprain,'
was the reply.
Yes, but then you would not trust it
with only "a second rate veterinary sur
geon,' would your
Grace laughed merrily in spite of the
pain which her wrist caused her, and
Tom proceeded to ba,he and bind it up
with much dexterity, though the lady de-
clared better physician would have
done it in half the time.
so he might, if he had not been so
deucediy in love as am thought Tom;
and like all young doctors with but little
practice, he seemed inclined to make the
most of his patient.
The time at length arrived when Miss
SANKEY'S wrist was relieved from baths
and bandages, though Tom carefully held
il as if no. quite assured of its strength,
whilst the Aurora Borealis light was a.
gain flashing across the lady's face, as
she laughingly catechised her physician.
You'll never say again. that there are
no sensible women In the world. except
Lucy and your mother, will your
No, no, promise you.'
You'll let me, sometimes. sing senti
mental ballads. won't your continued
Grace, archly.
Yes, nothing will be too doleful.'
You'll acknowledge ,ha. lady from
the city can rider
Yes better than myself
You'll learn to waltz!'
Yes, I'll 60 on my head, like Chi
nese juggler, if you wish it,
We'll. then, il you'll do all that, you
may keep your moustache, for il is much
handsomer than an imperial, and befo:e
you are as old as Methuselah | naay
consent .o--marry YOU but the two last
words were said in whisper. and Grace
hurried from the room.
On bright autumn morning, Tom
Morgan was walking up and down the
piazza; his head erect and chest thrown
back, with all happy emotions lighting
up his fine face. His sister joined him.
and placing her arm within his, she
said,
But, Tom. how could you give me a
woman like rattle-sna for sister--a
lady full of fine airs and ottar of roses?'
Luce, have mercy, if you please!
do believe she has fascinated me. though.
She is such thorough bred lady, as well
as thoroughbred horseman.'
YES said Lucy, and it was the only
time she was guilty of pun in her life.
'and. Tom, she has had THOROUGH
BRED REVENGE
wRepentance without amendment is
like ping without stopping the leak.
gHe that believes his own relatives