The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1860-04-18
Race with q Widdar.

said |, where do you want to 90 ."
She biushed and said she didn't like to
say. told her she must say.
We'll, Jehuel, if you insist upon it,
and if | must have my choice, had
rather go 10 church,
"What for, wilder 2" said l.
Oh, Jehuel, how can you ask me .
+" Cause | want 10 know" said |.
"Well, blushing redder than beet
--"it is such cold weather now, and the
nights are so cold, and--oh, Jehuel,
can't stand it,
oh, pshaw, wilder, spit it out ; what
do YOU mean 2"
The wilder riled She billed right
over like a quart of milk on the fire, and
burst out with
elf you can't understand me, you re
hearlless brute, so you are.'
Hold your horses - said I. whats
all this about I'm not brute, nor new
err was and if man called me that I'd
boot him sure"
And then l billed right over, and un-
buttoned my coat collar to keep from
Dustin off my buttons. The wilder saw
was goin' TO explode or collapse my
d-pipe, and she flung her arms around
my neck, put her lips TO mine, and cool
ed right down.
"gehucl, DEAR" said she, in an insn-
uating way, and voice as sweet as a
and-organ, "Jehuel, honey, | want to
90 to church to get mar-no, | can t
say it all, you finish the word, Jehuel
sweet
What word, marin -
Oh, You stupid Jehuel, dear. mean
the word married, love-
Married, w;dder % said |. odd
You mean that ?"
Indeed | did, Jehuel, love"
=" Look here, marin, my name is not
Jehuel Love, nor Jehuel Dear, nor Jehu-
el Sweet, I'd have you to know. And
won't get married to nobody but one,
and you are not the She"
Oh, pewter pennies, but didn't she
rave She made one dash at me,
lodged, and she butted up against the
upper end of the omnibus. Crack went
her comb, and smash went the bran new
bonnet that | didn't buy for her, and
w.
But in moment she rose again, and
made one more dash at me. | dropt-
she went over me, and butted the door
of the omnibus. The strap broke and
out she went-her gaiter boots higher
than her head as she struck the pave
ment.
Drive on - yelled to the driver.
Woman overheard" cried passing
sailor
Stop that white coat-breach of pro-
mise reward Herald publish Shrek
ed the wilder in tones of mortal agony,
while tears of blood streamed from her
beautiful pug nose.
Drive on drive on !" l shouted.
Where to ?" asked the driver.
TO the deyil-to Harlem-to Ma
combs dam-anywhere, so that we es-
cape matrimony and the widder''
lie started, 50 did the wilder, and then
we had it up the avenue, the buss having
the start of about a hundred yards. Foot
by foot the wilder gained. Thinks l,
Jehuel. you're goner. thought it
best to light ship. So first hove over
board the straw.
Sill she gained on me. Then over
board went the cushion. But still she
gained on me.
More steam. driver, for mercy's
sake - yelled.
We are going faster than the law al
lows now" he answered Thirteen
miles an hour"
Jshosephat, how the wilder run she
hove off her bonnet, and came up hand
over hand. A thought struck me- /
pulled of my white coat and threw it
down right in her path she sprang up
on ii like a she-panther and tore it to
pieces Oh, how it flew. wept to see
il 90, but life is sweeter than a coat, and
my tailor is making new one Here
we gained full two hundred yards, but on
she came again. Once more could see
the green in her eves-merciful Moses,
how felt.
Driver" said l, "kill those horses
or get another mile out of them
VIII you pay for 'em % said he.
Yes, yes" said l, "only save me
from the widder."
BY crackey, we did slide; the wilder
no longer gained on US, but she held her
own beautifully. Thus we had tout
past the Red house-through Harlem
where Capt. Graham, with three mount
ed policemen, in vain tried 10 catch us
he probably supposing that we were run
ming off with some bank fund.
My only hope was in reaching De-
groot's ahead of her, for | knew they
would hide me. We were on the bridge,
and, oh Moses, the draw was up, and a
sloop going through. DRIVER" said |,
Jump that bridge, and I'll make your
fortune for life, sure as you are born"
IN do it or die !" he cried. And
he did it. The wilder jumped after us,
fcl. into the Harlem river, and has not