Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1874-08-07

! luS IL us Hat as Il PANCAKE. Dill SuaJCne(
it as he ran, after ,jamming his fist into it
stuck it, all dusty and dimpled, on his head
| And now he saw the widows house up the
| hill, and what, oh what would he do
Then his coat fell out and he slipped it on
and then making desperate squirt ht
clutched the back of the seat and scrambled
in, and pulling the buffalo robe over hi!
legs, stuffed the other things beneath
Now, the horse happened to be one tha
he got from Squire Moore, and he got i
from the widow, and he took it into hi:
head to stop at her gate, which Bill had ne
power to prevent, as he had not possession
of the reins !; besides he was too busy but
toning his coat up to his chin to think O
doing much else. The widow heard the
rattle of the wheels and looked out, anG
seeing that it was Mr.. Smily, and that hC
did not offer to get out, 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, and her smiling face turned
right toward him, while the cold chills rar
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 stream:
Of mud that came trickling down his face
She asked him to come in. No, he was
| in hurry, he said. Still he did not offel
to CO. Still he did not like 20 ask her tC
| pick up his reins for him because he die
not know what excuse to make for not do
ing it himself. Then he looked down thC
road behind him and saw white-faceC
horse coming, and, at once surmising tha
! it was that Gus Sackrider coming, he re
solved to or die, and hurriedly told hi:
errand. The widow would be delighted t
so, of course she would. But wouldn't hi
come in. No, he was in hurry, he said
had to go on to Mr.. Green's place.
Oh said the widow, you're going tc
Mr.. Green's are you? Why. L was JUS
going there myself TO get one of the girls t.
neIp me quilt some. Just wait a SECOND
while get nay bonnet and shawl, and II
ride with you.' And away she skipped.
Thunder and lightning y said Bill
what scrape!' and he hastily clutcheC
his pants between his feet, and was prepar
ing to wriggle into them, when ligh
wagon, drawn by a white faced horse
driven by a boy, came along and stopped
beside him. The boy held up a pair o.
boots in one hand and a pair of socks in
the other, and just as the widow reached
the gate again, he said:
Here's your boots and socks, Mr.. Smi
ley, that you left on the bridge when you
were swimming
You're mistaken said bill, they're not
mine.'
Why said the boy, 'ain't you the man
that had the race after the horse just now !?
No, sir, ] am not! You had better &C
on about your business Bill sighed al
the loss of his Sunday boots, and turning
to the widow, said:
Just pick up the lines, will you, please
this brute of horse is forever switching
them out of my hands, The widow com
piled, and then he pulled one corner of the
robe cautiously down, and she got in.
what lovely evening" said she, 'aEd
so warm, don't think we need the robe
over US, do we ?
You see, she had on nice dress and q
pair of new CATERS, and she wanted tC
show them.
oh, my y said Bill, earnestly, you'll
find it chilly riding, and | wouldn't have
YOU catch cold for the world
She seemed pleased at his tender care fol
her health, and contented herself witt
sticking one of her little feet out, with &
long silk necktie over the end oft.
What is this, Mr.. Smiley a necktie p
Yes, bought it the other day, and
must have left it in the buggy. Never
mind it,
But she said, 1T was so careless, and
stopping over picked it up and made mo
ton to stuff it between them.
Bill felt her hand going down, and max
ing a dive after it clutched it in his anG
held it hard and fast.
Then they went on quite a distance, hi
holding her soft little hand in his and won
dering what he should do when they got tc
Green's, and she wondering he did not say
something nice to her rs well as to squeeze
her hand, and why his coat was buttonet
up so tightly on such warm evening, anC
what made his face and hat 80 dirty, unit
as they were going down little hill one o
the traces come unhitched and they had t.
stop.
% murder = said Bill, what next!'
What il the matter, Mr.. Smiley p sait
the widow, with start that came neal
Jerking the robe off his knee.
'One of the traces is off, said he.
We'll, why don't you get out and put il
on?'
Il can't said Bill 1--we got-that is,
haven't got-oh, dear, I'm so sick. Wha
shall do?
why, Wi,lie,' said she tenderly, 'wha
is the matter, do tell me p and she gave
his hand little squeeze, and looking into
his pale and troubled face, she thought he
was going to faint; SO she got out hel
smelling-bottle with her left hand, and pull
| ing the stopper out with her teeth she stuck
! it 10 his nose.