The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1874-11-19

SsJ aud shapeless, on his head
ana now he saw the widows house on
the MIL, and what, oh what would he
ne 90 Then his coat fell out and he
sllPPed II on, and then making a des-
perate squirt he clutched the bael, Of the
seat and scrambled in. and puIIino tbe
buffalo robe over his legs st1fTe3 fbe
obher things beneath. Now the horse
happened to be one that he got from
squire Moore, and he got it from the
WIDOW, and he took it into his head TO
sCop at her gate, which Bill had no
power to prevent, as he had not posses
sion OF the reins, besides he was too
Dusy Duttonlng his coat up to his chin
to think of doing much else. The
widow heard the rattle of the wheels
and looked out, and seeing that it was
Mr.. Smiley, and he did not offer to get
ont, she went to the gate to see what he
wanted, and there she stood chatting
with her white arms on the top of the
gate aud her smiling face turned right
toward him, while the cold chills ran
down his shirtless back, clear to his
bare feet beneath The buffalo robe. and
the water from his hair and the dust
from his hat had combined to make some
nice little streams OF mnd that came
trlckling down his face. She asked him
70 come IN. No; he was in hurry, he
SAID. Still he did not offer to 90. He
did not like to ask her to pick III his
reIns for him, because he did not now
what excuse to make for not doing it
himself. Then he looked down the
road behind him and saw a white-faced
horse coming, and at once surmising
that 1T was that of Gus Sackrider COM
ing, he resolved to do or die, and hur-
rledIy told his errand. The widow
would be delighted TO go, of course she
would. But wouldn't he come in. No,
he was IN a hurry he said had to go on
to Mr.. Green's place.
Oh, said the widow "you're going
TO Green's, are you? Why, I was lust
going there myself to get one of the
girls to help me quilt some. Just wait
second while get my bonnet and
shawl, and I'll ride with YOU" And
away she skipped.
Thunder and lightning - said Bill,
what a scrape I" and he hastily
clutched his pants from between his
feet, and was preparing to wriggle into
them, when a light wagon drawn by
white-fa ed horse, driven by boy, came
along stopped beside him. The
boy held up pair Of boots in one hand
and pair of socks in the other, aud
just as the widow reached the gate
again, he said,
Here's your boots and your socks,
Mr.. Smiley, that you left on the bridge
when you was in swimming"
You're mistaken, said Bill, ''they're
not mine"
Why" said the boy, " amt you the
man that had the race after the horse
just now ?"
"No, sir, am not you had better
go on about your business" Bill sighed
at the loss of his good Sunday boots,
and turning to the widow he said.
''Just pick up the lines, will you,
please ; this brute of horse is for ever
switching them out of my hands" The
widow complied, and then he pulled
one corner of the robe cautiously down,
and she got in.
"What a lovely evening"" said she,
"and so warm; I don't think weneed the
robe over us, do we?"
(You see, she had on a nice dress
and a pair of new CATERS, and she
wanted to show them.)
"Oh, my - said Bill, earnestly,
"youll find it chilly riding, and
wouldn't have you catch cold for the
world"
She seemed pleased at the tender
care for her health, and contented her
self with sticking one of her little feet
out, with long silk neck-tie over the
end of it.
{" What is that, Mr.. smileyP a neck
tie?'
eyes," said he, "I bought it the
other day, and must have left it in the
buggy. Never mind il"
Sc But" she said, sit was SO care
less - and stopping over she picked it
up and made motion to stuff it IN be-
tween them.
Bill felt her hand going down, and
making drive after it, clutched it in
his and held it hard and fast.
They went on quite a distance, he
still holding her soft little hand in his
and wondering what Re shoHld do when
they got to Green's and she wondering
why he did net say something nice to
her as we'll as squeeze her hand, and
why his coat was buttOned up so t yhtly |
on such a warm evening, and what made
his face and hat so dirty, until as they
were going down little hill one Of the
traces came unhitched and they had to
10 murder said Bill; "what
next?
''What is the matter, MIR. Smiley?'
said the widow, with start that came |
near Jerking he robe off his knees.
"One of the traces is of, said he.
"Well, why don't you get out and |
put it on"
a can't, " said Bill; I've got--that |
is, haven't got-oh, dear, I'm so sick |
What shall do ?"
Why, Willie" said she, tenderly, |
"what is the matter ?" do tell me,
and she gave his hand a little squeeze, |
and looking into his pale and troubled |
face she thought he was going to faint |
so she got out her smelling bottle with |
her left hand, and pulling the stopper
cut with her teeth she stuck it to his |
nose.
Bill was Just taking in breath for a
mighty sigh, and the pungeut odor |
made him throw his head so far back /
that he lost his balance and went over |
the low-backed buggy. The little !
woman gave a little scream as his big |
bare feet flew past her head and COW
ering her face with her hands gave way |
TO her tears, or smiles-it is hard to tell |
which. Bill was "right side up IN a |
moment and was leaning over the back |
of the seat humbly apologizing and ex-
planning, when Ed. Wilbur, with his |
wife and baby, drove mp behind and |
stopped. Poor Bill felt that he would |
rather have been shot than have Ed. |
Wilbur catch him in such q scrape, but |
there was TO help for it now, so he |
called Ed. to him and whispered IN his |
ear. Ed. was like to burst with sur |
pressed laughter, but he beckoned to |
his wife to drive up, and after saying |
something to her, he helped the |
widow out of Bills buggy and into his, |
and the two women went on, leaving the /
men behind. Bill lost no time in ar
ranging his toilet as well as he could,
and then with great persuasion Ed. got |
him to go home with him, and hunting !
up slippers and socks and getting hlm
washed and combed, had him quite pre- |
sentable when the ladies arrived. 4
1vorned ont of bashful Bill, and how
thew all laughed as they sat around the
tas table that night, but will conclude
bv saving that they went to the show
t9gether and Bill has no fear OF Gus
Sackrider now.
This is true story about Bill and the
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