Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1858-01-07
FINDING A HUSBAND.
BY VIRGINIA DE FORREST.

uncle, may ride Milo?' said one bright
June morning, as we sat at the breakfast
table.
Ride Milo?'
Yes, ride Milo
But he'll throw you'll
Throw mel And laughed mcrrily and
incredulously. Say yes dear uncle | con.
tlnued coaxingly, there's nothing TO fear;
and I'm dying for canter.
You'll die of canter, them he retorted
with his grim wit, for he'll break your neck.
The horse has only been ridden three times;
twice by myself, and once by Joe.
But you have often said was better
rider than Joe.' Joe was the stable boy.
That's good uncle, now do And threw
my arms about his neck and kissed him.
new by experience, that when did this
l generally carried the day. My uncle tried
to look stern, but saw he was relenting.
He made a last effort 10 deny me.
why not take Dobbin?' he said.
'DObbin!' cried. old snail paced Dob
bin, on such morning as this. One might
as well ride rocking horse at once.'
We'll, well,' said he, iii must, I must,
You'll tease the life out Of me if I don't let
you have your way. Iwish you would get
a husband, you mink, you're beyond my con-
troll
'Humph! A husband. Well, since you say
SO; III begin to look out for one to-day.
He'll soon repent of his bargain said my
uncle; but his smile beied his words. You
are as cross as pie crust if you can't have
your own way. There, seeing was about
to speak, go and get ready, while | tell Joe
to saddle Milo. You'll set the house on fire
il din't sesd you off,
Milo was soon at the door, gay nettle,
some colt, who laid his ears back as Tmount.
ed, and gave vicious look l did moi quite
like.
Take care,' said my uncle. ITS not to-
late to give it up ,.....
| was equipped.
Il never give anything up said.
Not even the finding Of a husband, ell?'
No. III ride down 10 the poor house and
ask old Toby, the octogenarian to have me
and you'll be forced to hire Poll Wilkes tc
cook your dinner And as said this, my
eyes twinkled misohievously, for uncle was
an old batchelor who detested all strange
woman, and had an especial aversion to Pol
Wilkes, sour old maid of lorty-seven, be-
cause years ago she had plotted to entraI
him into matrimony. Before he could re
ply, gave Milo his head.
John Gilpin we are told went fast, but
went faster. At first tried to check hi
speed, but he got the bit in his teeth, and al
could do was 10 hold ON and trust TO tir.
ing him out. Trees, fences and houses wen
by us like wild pigeons on the wing. A
long as the road was clear, we did well e
nough, but suddenly coming to blasted oal;
that started out, spectre like, from the sid
of wood. Milo SHE'D, twisted half rOun
and planted his forefeet stubbornly in tht
ground-I did not know was falling till
felt myself in mudhole, which lay at on
side of the road.
/ Here was fine end 10 my boastcd horse
manship! But as the mud was soft was no
hurt, and the ludicrous spectacle present
ed soon got the upper hand of my vexation
"A fine chance have of finding HUSBAND
in this condition. said to myself, recalling
my Jest with uncle.
IL l could see some mud dryad now an
pass myself off for mud-nymph' might
hive chance. And began to pick my,
self up. 1885,.
Shall help you, Mlss9 suddenly said
deep rchr manly voice.
looked up, and saw young man, tn
suppressed msrrimeut OF whose black eye
brought the blood TO my cheek, and mad
me, for an instant, ashamed and angry
But on glancing again at my dress, l coul
not help laughing in spite Of myself.
stood in the mud, at least six inches aoov
the top ofmy shoes. My riding skirt wa
plastered all over, so that il was almost in
possible TO tell of what it was made. NJ
hands and arms were mud 10 the elbow
for had instinctively extended them as
fell, in order 10 save myself.
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