The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1860-01-17
NO. 69l.
We take a hlcIsE-ride and Pay 10, ,s.

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had slcigh-ride; can't Bs eligible to h
bon ton unless he has spottcd cuttsv and
three minute over the Joliet Efavea
The interesting young lady, Ruth. Sns
; reading Surgeons sermons; cold eSe-
, ming; in the parlor Of tho boarding house !:
nobody there but Ruth and We. We
plunged IN medios res: "Wonid Mns
Ruth like 10 take sleigh.ride to morrow
aftenoon?' We shut our eyes ani trem-
blcd as 4 man may be supposed to feet
when the rope is put around his neck on
that uncomfortable platform from which
ho will step off into space. But tho ain
teresling" was considerably calvcd hy our
abandonment Of "our meorschaum" aad
turning her head on one side to conceal
the growing roses, she softly said, II n,
not rec anything improper in it,"
From that moment we were out Of pock-
ct. We went to Tiiany's in the alley,
and hired our Bucephaus and little fairy
cutter. John" said We. "s ho gentlef"
"Bless you, gentle as kitten" said he.---.
Bucephalus put down one of his feet in no
very gentle manner, and looked at me as
if taking our mea uremcnt. We didn't
ike tho emphasis Of that horse, but then
n horse must have some spirit or you t,n't
associate with le bon ton.
Our ride was to bo bounded by our
boarding house and the cottage, that mag.
net;c pole which, fragrant with spicy
smiles, draws everything Gtoveward. Tha
first mile e our journey went on as smooth
ly as "marriagc bell" Ruth was too
gracious; admired Jumperlzs black eyes;
thought they wero killing; never saw any.
thing like Blondin, although she was euch.
cred out oc a black !ady's bracelet, because
/ her ticket was under ivo hundred; did
think Row. Buttcrmilk's sermon last Sun
day Wa. beautiful discourse, such beauti.
fal language, "and did yon notice how
beautiful his coat fittedi I"
Bucephalus really had regard for our
reputation ne sou Of Nimshi. and was
very kind. We wore in a bissful state,
ind nhSbPGS hSbPGS q9son q9i Of BacePhalu'' bells
Bucepbalus. like the cabbage, couldn't
be beat.
There sound behind us as Of one fu.
riously driving; the mad jubilation OF
bells, cracking of whips and certain male
voices, one Of which we distinctly remem-
Der cried, 'hi hi!' and the other, git
up and git" "What horrible language"
said Ruth yes" said we, and was H.
bout to improvisc lecture on lingual b1r-
barities, when, To- Bucephalus' ears wcro
pointing to the zenith, his tail parallel
with Michigan Avenue, and we felt tug
ging at the lines "very like q wha!e."=-
Bucephalus knew what was Behind him,
and shot off like rocket. Ruth seized
our arm, and held it in her little, round,
white vice. We glanced at her; she
glanced at us. The roses had faded to
lillies, and as her hazel eyes daguoreotyp-
ed us, we knew again that we were cut OF
pocket.
We made an abortre attempt TO check
Bucophalus in his mad course, but it oily
acted as spur to greater cfF,ls, increased
by the alsrmingy near proximity to tho
"h.hi's" behind u.s. Ruth took another
turn on tho vice. "Phaucy our phelinks."
What was Buccphalus to US? What was
the fairy cutter to us' What was Tiffany
to uS, or We TO Tiffany, when Ruth was
in danger? We thought of ous boarding
oucr, Of the cemetery.
A new trial 10 our affairs. In the dis.
tance, see ning'y endless procession ct
cutters coming towards US, at break neck
rate Of speed. Bucephalus was in his ele-
ment; his ears an inch nearer the s,nith,
his tail describing an arch Of ninety de-
grccs. Everything was doing the light
fantastic; solemn brick fronts walizins
wooden fronts whirling around as il in.
sane; fences and stone walls doing tho
lancers mt five hundred Saratoga belle
power. "Go it boots" cried an irreveren,
youth, his fingers wiggling by his thumb
attached to his nose, as il playing an i'm
aginary flute. "Stop there, or--was
all we heard from fierce man with star
on his coat. On we went, running over
a small boy in transit anl in another mo,
ment we COLI 81. "Iold up" "turn out"
"what the d--l arc you doing" "sav, amt
you cutting it fat" ''stop, will you," "pull
in,' were all the sounds that reached Ne,
when bang, ,atlle, smash, crash. and VIC,
miserable we, quietly rcposed under tu-
mulus of horses hoofs, broken sleighs.
harnesses, and buffalo ,obes, Ruth moro
Fortunate, was buried in the deep snow,
and escaped unhurt.
We gradually arose from the heteroae
neous mass. In the distance, black
line very mach liko horse on bis way 80
Indiana; near at hand broken cutter, III
the snow, the Interesting young l,dy now
doubly interesting, rising like Venus from
the Egcan. We knew once moro chat
we were out OF pocket.
On that twenty third day Of December,
in the year of our Lord one thousand cigh.
hundred anl fifty nine, on Michigan .fve-
nue., might have been seen two individuals,
one limping and both sad, slowly pursuing
their way northward. They started out in
a cutter and returned on foot; they start.
ed out bravcly, they returned neekly.-
One was we and two was Ruth.
The interesting young laly continues 10
read Spurgcon, and no longer delights in
sleigh rides.
We paid our bill, but wo sleigh no
more.--[Chicago Jour.
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