The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1874-07-24


he brought home, among various arti-
cles embraced in his commission, para
sol in which he had invested a five dol
lar note. Mrs. Potter looked upon it
with disgust. She said it was last years
style and wasn't worth fifty cents, and
offered to bet two to one that he bought
it of a woman. Potter sighed:
Twas ever thus since childhoods hour.
When charming woman he'd essay,
They'd always get him in their power,
And 90 and cheat him right away.
Then he family suggested that per-
haps it would not be disagreeable if Mrs.
Potter should go and get one herself
When she returned the baggage had
gone and it was just twenty-five minutes
to train time. She was very sure she
had left good many things, bat unac-
countably resented the assurance of Pot
ter that he thought not-;hat he had
thrown IN everything that was loose.
Mrs. Potter was mad, too, because
Potter wouldn't get carriage. 1t was
laundering, and she hoped it would rain
pitchforks and omnibusses. She was so
unusually cheerful at this idea that Pot
ter was in some doubt as to what Use
could be made of more than one onIni-
bus-besides they lived within three
squares of the depot, he said, and if il
rained they could take street car. He
could tell the neighbors afterwards, he
went on sarcastically, that she had gone
away. But Mrs. Potter only sobbed, and
Potter came down, as he always did,
and assured her that she was the dearest
little wife he ever had-which was quite
true-and he was sorry which left
things more indefinite. And then il did
commence to rain for certain. 0, how
it came down! not merely cats and dogs,
but regular mules and army wagons,
The cutters overfowed and the streets
were rivers. they had no time to wait
Arm in arm they padded through
Mrs. Potter reminding Mr.. Potter that
she told him 30, and he might have pro-
cured carriage. Potter led out lively
with the umbrella and said nothing, but
his lips moved-perhaps in silent prayer
The ninth street car carried them tC
the market-house and stopped. Right
ahead the water spurted up from the
choked sewer and formed an impossible
/ lake.
The driver swore. Potter, we grievC
to say it,-swore also. But he jumped
ouf before the water reached them, anc
started back for the avenue cars. b,
running, and dragging Mrs. Potter, ant
swinging carpet bag, d yelling muir
der, the car was finally overtaken.-
There were but two squares to go bu
there were only four minutes to go in.-
1t was an even chance. Just as they
got off the platform Potter heard tn
first bell ring for starting. They fairl,
ran. There was great crowd near by
and loud cries rent the air from som
unusual excitement.
''You can't go through there, sir" sal,
policeman, seizing Potter's ARM
There was a perfect lake running iron
the avenue beyond the depot extendin
over the sidewalks to a considerabl
depth. 1t really seemed to shut off al
hope 1t was the sewer.
"EllenthunderI" observed Mr.. Pottel
savagely.
Hack, sir-take you and lady righ
to the door-no other way, sir-here si
Jump in-make the train sir" said
dozen drivers in the same breath, lasf
ing their teams through the shallow W;
ter.
''Make that train or I'll kill you!
cried Potter, rising to the emergenc.
and in they went, were landed in til
very sitting room door, and barrel
reached the inside of the Pullman Pa
ace ear as it moved out of the depot.
, Mr.. Potter didn't go right home aft'
the hasty good-buy. He was too veal
He didn't forgive Mrs. Potter for tn;
untimely look of triumph, when the
;. were driven into carriage, for son
:, time. And then wouldn't if he hadr
thought of her when she'd come to III
packing that trunk.
, Potter looked badly next mornin
He said if anybody couldn't go to Il
country with less fuss, the counts
would have to come to town next tim