Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1873-11-13

ing merrily out into the country round
about B. after cake.
All how little we know. what an hour
may bring forth, how little did the steed
to whom this loving couple were commit
ted enter into the spirit of the occasion.
how little did he realize the difficulties oil
driving with one hand and no eyes. how
little he felt his responsibilities. Behold
him ia one little hour, tearing along an
unfrequented road. with dilated nostrils,
and angry eyes, his tail living wildly in the
Wind and George p. Morton, with the
energy of desperation, tugging at the
reins.
Nellie's face was white, and her big
brown eyes shone under her lrizzes, like
stars under water. What girl wouldn't
turn white, whose eyes wouldn't shine,
to be proposed to, and then run away
with, before one had time to say. All. yes,
or no?
George" said tender little voice, and
even at that perilous hour, that voice had
power to turn his manly neck, George
stop this beast before he runs over that
bank, and | will say yes
From that moment George p. Morton,
was an iron George p. Morton, graspin Q
the rens in his strong right hand, while
his blue eyes looked unutterable love a,
the shrinking figure at his side, he pulled
that rearing chargers head to one side,
with a jerk that would have snapped a
less obstinate horses head completely off.
Then came a struggle between man
and horse, fearful to contemplate, ended
in moment by the beasts taking direct
line for the middle of & field, lying beside
the road.
The sleigh, as sleighs sometimes will,
III i -it
ed its occupants, Miss Reynolds on a
fence, Mr.. G. p NJ. in his appropriate
place, at her feet
Being unfortunately deposited face
downward. he had a little time to think
before he spoke, and being, rs have al
ready stated. fond of thinking he spent
the time so opportunity given him, i'll
wondering if Nellie was dead, and if she
wasn't, if they should be married in church
or at home.
When at last he opened his eyes, he be-
held Miss Nellie in the act of trying to
pull her dress down over a very pretty an
kle, and stuff all the back ii, into her
pocket, while line of wet. d.Oended in
melancholy way over her nose.
Not being sure from George P's. posi-
ton and silence, that he was not dead, her
pretty face wore a look of blended amuse
ment and horror, ridiculous in the ex-
treme, which young Morton no sooner
caught sight of, than he burst into an un-
controllable fit of laughter, in which he
was Immediately joined by his bride elect
Take me off the fence" commanded
she, as soon as she could speak for laugh
ing.
Carefully George lifted her, lovingly he
sat her on snow drift, and turned to look
at the horse, foundering in the deep snow
There goes my spring ovcrcoat," ex-
claimed he, as the animals heel went
through the dasher.
There goes my jubilee ticket, as a
lunge brought the back of the sleigh in
sight, with the upper part gone.
And so with laughter G. r. NJ, lecov
cred his runaway, and at last seated Nell
lie in the battered sleigh.
What cared he that said sleigh was in
sliyers, and that he had been run away
with, SO long as the divine creature in
shattered hat, and half her usual quanti-
ty of hair, had promised to be his.
The next day the fair cousin returned to
her home, praying G. p NJ. to keep their
engagement secret until he heard from
her. He did so, and her first letter showed
the wisdom of her request, it read thusly:
DEAR COUSIN | expect you will be fu-
rlously angry, naun inc neaft To tell
you in person, write to say ! am to be
married in month to dear Mr.. jenkins,
the sweetest man. Don't rave, that is n
dear, had to say what did to save your
life, you were going straight over that
bank. Remarkable presence of mind
wasn't it George?
"Good by"
T. 81 Don't shoot yourself, it disfgures
one, don't drown yourself, it is too cold,
don't hang yourself, it sayors too much Of
iniquity. ''Nellie."
George p. Morton was raving, don't
think | should state the case any too
strongly, to say that George r. Morton
was frantic. Had he dsregarded his cou-
sins advice, and shot, drowned and hung
himself, my little story would have been
tragic. Had he flown on the wings of love
from the haunts of civilization, and given
himself up to the study OF the great prob
lem OF existence, my little tale had had Il
pathetic finish. As it was, blame not the
writer. it is simply commonplace.
G, p. M. lived and suffered, got over
his suffering and married Annie Bann,
pretty black eyed woman, he adores.
And to whom he sometimes remarks, "the
Jenkinses are very fine family; Mrs.
jenkins consider very capable woman.
| should not be sorry some day to have
little Georgianna Jenkins for a daughter,
such nice match for Caesar Augustus