Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1874-04-25


an dry, but if you're ban boxes an
things was q sailin' round an gittin'
soaked wuss an wuss every minnit, an
you're feet was soppin' wet I guess
you'd want to git out the predicament
as soon as possible" returned {" Ma
riar' with cutting scorn. its mas
sy," she remarked, soto roce, "that my
bunnit amt mussed."
Pretty soon it began to sprinkle.
Hello, thcrew screamed Mariar, -
to a gentleman who was busy lifting
fragments of the broken car, and clear
ing the track. "Sarch an find nv
umbcrill. It's there, I know. My bun
nit II be ruined. Dear me! Iwish I'd
staid tn hum! Sich passel O. wretches
an dunn brutes!" This was caused by
the gentleman's paying no attention to
her request for her umberill." "My
bunnit II spot, an there'll be sc gone,
just through the contrariness O the
men,"
Mariar" was silent for fully two
minutes after this. She was most prob
ably bewailing inwarlly the prospect
i've ruin of her bonnet.
Il say, Miss Burr" with torpedo
like suddenness, there's my ban'-box q
sailin' right toward you. Can't you
manage tn hook onto it with that pole
that's stickin' up in the mud t'other
side O. you?"
"Ill try I answered, and proceeded
to pull the pole from the soft bottom of
the pond and fell to fishing after " Ma
riar's" band-box.
"Be keerful," said Mariar" warn
ingly, as half sunk it in vain effort
to bring it nearer, you'll be wuss On
it than the water, ef you don't look out.
There, you've got it!' with a tremen-
dous sigh of relief, as I succeeded in
swooping the precious box near enough
to my raft to enable me to grasp it and
save it from soaking. "Now if you
could jest poke that pole over this way
an, let me hang this ban box ontor the
end of it, an you take it ontu that
thing you're settin on, Id be much
obleeSed tuye."
Accordingly, I stuck out the pole as
" Marian directed, and by dint of
stretching her arms considerably, she
succeeded in fastening the band-box
upon it, and I drew it carefully to me
and deposited it safely on the raft be-
side it's brother.
Mariar" breathed more freely when
this was done and began to arrange her
mohair head-dress. All at onco she
gave an awful scream, and commenced
q series of demonstrations with hands
and feet that would have frightened a
wild Indian out of his senses.
What's the matter?" asked,
trying hard not to laugh.
"Oh dear, snakes" screamed Ma
riar." "Snakes is what's the matter.
Oh! with terrific movement of her
pedal extremities, " Oh, snakes! I feel
'em a crawlin' round my feet, an q
bitin' me! Oh, you onfeelin' durn
brutes!"-to the wondering men on
the Shore" I wish you was here and
wanted me to help you out! I'd let you
stay here one spell, you'd better b'leeve
Oh, massy!-with mild imitation of q
Modoc war dance and whoop like a
Comanche-" one of ems got me by the
footp'
And Mariar" gathered up her en-
ergies, made a desperate lunge for a
place of safety, and just succeeded in
grabbing it by the edge. OF course it
tilted and one side went under. I gave
a little scream and leap, and landed
in shallow water several feet away,
while "Mariar's" band-boxes. went
spinning away in an opposite direction.
"I'm o drowndin'!" sputtered " Ma
riar," clutching at the piece of car, as
she emerged above the surface OF the
water, with moss and slime dangling
from the roses on her six dollar bon
net, "For massy sakes"-
Water choked her further utterance,
and some one, taking pity on her,
helped her to wade ashore by holding
out pole, which she held on to with o
desperate tenacity. Such a looking
creature as she was when she stepped
on terra .frma. had to laugh! Her
clothes hung about her long, lank form
after the old style of =" bag on bean
pole" Her Inohair head-dress streamed
,;1.1l,, ,1,>u,, ho. I,ook an1 her moor