The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1873-06-19
IDATTO WORLD.
: PTTFR PUTCH's HERQIs1l.

d8J9 EJPErER Rv1ch's AAnSi' W
Peter Punch was q Yankee peddler
His home was in q little village neal
the sea-coast. Peter had two reasons
for fetlnning from his peddhag tour al
Tie end 81 every fortnight one was t.
renleniish his stock at the variety store
and the other to see his blue-eyed, flax
en.haired sweetheart, Charity Chase.
All the odd notions which Peter, with
all his Variability and pahyermg could
not sell-all the bits Of lace and rem
nants of ribbon which could not be dis
posed of even for a mere nothing,
were given by the loving peddler to his
grateful Charity. Peter was a natural
salesman. He rarely turned his back
to a house without leaving some article OF
merchandise behind him, on which ne
lad made a.snog profit. Soin course
81 tin time he Began to feel independent,
and to mediate quitting the .itinerant
business. and opening store in the VII
lage.
a wife, and of course he would marry
Charity. Peter had never once given
a thought to any other Of the fair dam
sells Of Beanviile. Z d Ga 1917" Is : y -
But Just as he had about made up
his mind to propose and marry at once.
there. came to the village . dashing
Young lady Of fashion -
She dressed and walked like queen,
onsv at times she was afflicted with
the Greeian bend; but Peter-silly fe-
low-thought her bent figure the most
superb one he had everseen, and "wished
to goodness the girls Of Beanville had
ssnse enopgb-to- fix, themselves in that
style, then they wodld look more like
somebody" ...za..-
Peter saw her, first at her uncle's,
where she Was going to pass the Sum
mer. He sold her pair of gloves, and
lost his heart toher on the spot. "What
a Jewel of hand she has" thought
he, az he pocketed the pay and went
back to his wagon. 4 'Eharity's gloves
are three sizes larger, What waist
is hers! slim but plump as a peach.
Her cheeks are like mothers peonies,
snlHpettier, with lips like a deadripe
cherry. Now, if l was only as rich as
fought to be by goodrights, she wouldn't
leave these diggins till she was Mrs.
Punch" "a rarRr a1as9
Thus soliloquizing, Peter cracked his
whip and drove off. Somehow Peters
tongueswas far less glib on this excur-
sion than was it's wont, and as conse-
qaercs the end Of the second week
found him with his goods not half dis
posed of. But he determined to return
home nevertheless. He turned his
horses head in the direction Of Bean
vile, talking thus to himself:
"Pm bound 70 90 and see that Miss
belong, ana Ind st whether she is as
STUCK up sIher nncle's folksy For my
part I don't see what's the use Of some
folks feeling so mighty big; hope she
ain'tproud. She looked as clever as pie,
though I've heard say you can't tell by
s6SgA looks how fat heican jump"
Peter was soon in sight Of BeanviIle
again. He was determined to become
acquainted with Miss Delong at once.
So he resolved to call and show her
some shawls on his way into the vii
lage. ,Kshl-of this idea he refined his
horse to the side Of the road, and dis
n1oanted5ni 92odt 10 w3t y19v iud
Ticking = box Of paper collars from
then wagon, he selectedone and put it
OnU He then ,combed his hair, and
pulled his p.utaloons out of his boots,
brushing the mud from the latter with
a wisp of straw. Then, satisfied with
hiRwvpArAtppsI5heoresumed his seat
and drove on. He called on Miss De-
la4gaendesnAuded in vary short time
Il ~ "PRSdas Lpcifer,
al b Ill spalf de9e0t but mi
win her yet, that's true as the seven
stars in the bulh hatrthe -schoolmaster
tells about"
21etR stafNN his horse sout--lto pas
ture, and fell to hoeing and wedding in
his mothers gndenyso as to be near
his proud charmer.
e1iDh, if I could only be hero! Won
enlove brave men, mother says. IF /
could only save her life without great
risk, I'd jump at the chance. If the
house would only burn up, 50 |. could
save her, I would not mind having my
eve.winkers asinrod a bit. Then she