Grand River times. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1851-18??, 1857-08-19

stinctively extended them as l fell, in order
to save myself.
The young man, as he spoke, turned to a
fence, and taking off rail, he
placed it across the puddle, then putting his
arm around my waist, he lifted me out, though
not without leaving my shoes behind. While
he was fishing them, which he began imme-
diately to do, l stole behind an enormous
oak, to hide my blushing face, and scrape the
mud from my stockings and riding skirt l
had managed to get the first little cleaner,
but the last was still as thick as ever, when
my companion made his appearance with the
missing shoes, which he had scrapcd till they
were quite presentable, and leading Milo by
the bride.
''Pray, let me see you home," he said, "if
you will mount again I'll lead the colt; and
there will be no chance of his repeating the
trick" l could not answer for shame, but
when in the saddle, murmured something
about "not troubling him.
ats no trouble in the least" he replied,
standing hat in hand, like a knightly cavalier
and still retaining his hold on the bride, sand
| can't really let you go alone, for the colt is
as vicious as he can be to-day. Look at his
ears, and the red in his eyes. l saw you
coming down the road, and expected you to
be thrown every minute, till saw how well
you rode. Nor would it have happened if he
hadn't wheeled and stopped, like a trick horse
in a circus"
l cannot tell how soothing was this way of
excusing my mishap. l stole glance under
my eyelids at the speaker, and saw that he
was very handsome and gentlemanly, and
apparently about six and twenty, or several
years older than myself.
[ had hoped that uncle would be out in
the fields overlooking the men; but as we en-
tered the gate, there he was sitting, provok-
ingly, at the open window; and by the time
| had sprung to the ground, he came out, his
eyes brimful of mischief. | did not dare to
STOP but turning'to my escort, said, "my un-
Gle, sir-won't you walk in ?" and rushed up
stairs.
In about half an hour, just as | had
dressed, there was a knock at my door,-my
uncles knock-and could not but open.
He was Laughing low, silent laugh, his
portly body shaking all over with suppressed
meTiment.
''Ah, ready at last" he said, 81 began to
despair of you, you were SO long, and came
to hasten you. He's waiting in the parlor
STILL" he added in malicious whisper. 'You
have my consent, for like him hugely, only
who'd have thought Of finding husband in
a mud-puddle."
[ slipped past my tormentor, preferring to
face even my escort than to run the gauntlet
of uncle's wit, and was soon stammering my
thanks to Mr.. Tempeton--for so my uncle,
who followed me down, introduced him.
To make short Of what else would be a long
story, what was said in jest, turned out to be
in earnest; for in less than six months in that
very room, | stood up to become Mrs. Tenn
pleton. How it all came about, can hardly
tell, but certainly did find husband on
that day. Harry, for that is the name by
which | call Mr.. Templeton, says that en-
tered the parlor so transformed, my light blue
tissue floating about me so like a cloud, my
checks SO rosy, my eyes so bright, my curls
playing such hide-andseek about my face,
that not expecting such an appariton, he lost
his heart at once He adds, for he has not
forgot how to compliment as well as ever
that my gay, intelligent talk, SO different
from the demure miss he had dexpected, com
pleted the business.
Harry was the son of an old neighbor who
had been abroad for three years, and before
that, had been at college, so that had never
seen him; but uncle remembered him at once
and had insisted on his staying till | came
down, though Harry, from delicacy, would
have left after an inquiry about my health.
Ny uncle was one of those who will not be
put of, and so Harry remained. "The luck
lest thing" he says, 81 ever did"
Milo is now my favorite steed, for Harry
broke him for me; and we are all as happy
as the day is long, uncle included; for uncle
insisted on our living with him, and told
him, at last we would, eff only to keep Poll
Wilkes from cooking his dinner" TO which
he answered, looking at Harry,--"You see
what a spitfire she is, and you may bless
your stars if you don't rue the day she went
out to FIND A HUSBAND"
MEASURING HAY.-The editor of the Neao
Jersey Farmer gives his rule, based on a
large experience, for measuring hay. He for
merly weighed his hay, but repeated trials
told him it was unnecessary. Take NOV
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