The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-11-28

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CORRESPONDING more. If you vii
only lend me your arm a little way to &
relatives | shall not trespass further or
your kindness.
Jones was sure she was not equal tt
the effort. With his permission she
should prove it. Jones shook his head
She pointed the way, and took his arm.
He begged her to lean upon it, and they
walked on.
At the relatives, after being warmly
thanked by the family. and most charm
| ingly by the lady herself, who was bur
ried off to lie down, Jones explained his
| predicament He was Mr.. Jones, can
didate for Congress against the arch
demagogue, Dox, with whom he was
| under an engagement to discuss the
| issues of the hour" at Tick-knob. that
day. at ten O'Clock. Would there be an
| other train In time.
! There was no train till three o clock.
| Could private conveyance be had p
The relative would see if Mr.. Jones
| would take seat Most of the convey
veyances In that line were in use, as
nearly everybody had gone to the
speaking" But he thought of a
friend who might be able to accommo-
date him.
Nearly an hour elapsed before the
friend returned with rickety old sulky.
drawn By lanky horse. whose sire
might have been Rosinate, and his
dam-well, he hardly looked TO be worth
one 1t was the best that could be done
however, and no time was to be lost.
Jones mounted the seat and took the
lines" For quarter of q mile the
horse did wonders. He was an earnest
locking quadruped, evidently an animal
Of tenacious purposes-but Jones dldn t
expect any like such speed, If 1t was
backed by corresponding bottom be
would reach Tick Knob in ample time to
demolish Dox, and brand his wife 8 SIS
term lawss swindling brother-ln-law
with the everlasting infamy he deserves.
At the end of the quarter hour the
road forked, Jone 8 way lay to the right;
the horse saw the path of duty on the
left Jones tugged one way, the horse
set his face the other: Jones coaXed, the
horse was infiexible. Jones swore it
was SHINING to no purpose. 1t was near
ly noon and there were yet twenty miles
to go.
(which way're yer agoine 2" inquired
. shock headed urchin in ventilation
trousers.
ITO Tick Knob-blast you !" The
latter clause to the horse.
Yer don't understand iinjlebones, :"
said the boy: He wants TO go home,
an wen he does theirs only way ter
mannidge i'm. Lemme show yer.
The boy took off his hat, and holding
the brim up. went to the right, calling ::
Cope Cope -
Attracted by immaginary oats Jingle
bones turned in that direction, when the
boy adroitly clapped thistle he had in
readiness under the crupper. 1t acted
like charm. Jinglebones set off at fnll
gallon. Jones' heart bounded with de-
light. He might yet be in time. If the
stimulating thistle only kept its place
everything depended on that.
But the fates were against Jones At
sudden turn the hub of the sulky
struck telegraph pole, and the whole
concern-spokes, felloes, axle and body,
flew to pieces like the shell of a touch
me not. Jones was hurled head first
into brier patch, and before he could
shock had relieved of his thistle. turned
about and canted placidly homeward.
Jones gave it up. 1t was too late to
back and tell the fair creature he had
left all he had suffered for her sake,
trusting to her generosity to reward his
devotion. On second thought he would
wait till evening. The lady would prob
ably keep her room till then, and it
would be against etiquette to disturb
her.
Turning into the field he sought a
Il ko
imagine what Dox was saying that mo-
ment Could he have known that just
then the reputation Of the unfortunate
halfsister of his step fathers uncle )
sunt's cousin by marriage was being
iuthlessly assailed, and his own absence
attributed to sneaking fear Of meeting
that and other tissues Of the hour" he
would probably have felt even less conf
Portable than he did.
On his way back, he skirted through
the lanes and by paths, carefully avoid
ing the public road. now thronged with
people returning from the meeting. AS
he listend to their cheers for Dox, and
groans for Jones. hi s heart sank. 1t re-
vived little as he thought of the conso-
lation ahead.
His destination reached, he rang the
doorbell.
Could he see the lady he had left there
in the morning?
He could. Would he please to
step in?
There she was as lovely as ever. The
same matchless eyes, the same heavenly
smile. But stay, who is that she's about
to introduce?
-Dox by all that diabolical
My husband, MIR. Jones" said the
sweet voice that had so charmed him in
the morning, and so diabolically deluded
him.
Jones rushed from the house with a
fervent curse on jinglebones for not hav-
ing ended his woes by breaking his
neck. OF course Dox carried the dis
trict by reclamation, and Jones left to
avoid being laughed out of it. He went
into shoe-pegs, made fortune, and now
thanks his stars at having escaped a
politicians fate.
The obliging relative, we forgot to ex-
plain, was no other than the wretch who
sold sand in his sugar.
Jones we may add, is still bache lor.
NASbY.