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

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"My trunk is in the baggage-car, I
presume answered.
"Oh, got trunk, hev ye? I can't
be bothered with trunk. Ban'-boxcs
is handiest. No matter where We stop
or when We stop you've got EN- with ye,
'thout fussing over trunk. Two got
my new black alpacky in this one.
Miss Spriggs made that tn, and charged
three dollars. She's onmerciful in her
charges. I had it made with polly
nay, though I don't like 'em very we'll
takes 50 much cloth-but it's fashin.
I forgot what your namo WASP" she ex-
claimed SO suddenly that I started as if
q fre-cracker had exploded before me.
I couldn't help but feel amused at her
novel way of seeking to ascertain my
name, for l had never informed her
what it was. I proceeded to enlight-
on her, however.
'" Mary Burr? I used to know some
folks by the name of Burr. Got any
relation in Oswego county, York State p
she inquired, eyeing me as severely rs
if she expected 1 would prevaricate
respecting my relations"
81 never heard of any living in that
part of the country" replied.
"They allus was shif'less set, them
Oswego Burrs," said my new acquaint-
ance, shaking her head over the recol-
lection of them. "I used to git my
patience SO tried with 'em! They
wouldn't work. My brother law,
Deacon Brown he's an awful tender
hearted man, compassionate critter,
an one O. the pillars in the First
Church, in Stony Holler CHATS where 1
live, when I'm tn uhum)-Deacon Brown
he'd say to me, Marian, you're tn hard
on them Burrs. Maybe they
"Mariar's" narrative was suddenly
cut short by a crash, jerk, and-I
can't tell what happened after that for
few minutes. The first thing that I
remember is I came to and found my
self seated serenely on piece of broken
car in the centre of a frog pond.
Fragments of the carriage were scat
tered in all directions, and men were
hurrying to and fro, and freeing such
unfortunate passengers from the de-
bris of the wreck as had been caught
in it.
"Dear mel" exclaimed a well-known
voice behind me, CT declare, this is
awful, to say the least! Hey there?"
1 looked around and saw Mariar"
up to her waist in the water,-the very
picture of misfortune. Her mohair
head-dress dangled about her neck and
looked like the scalp of some victim
slain on the war-path. Her bonnet
still preserved its position on her head,
and it's rainbow glory was still unsoiled.
She retained one band-box in desper-
ate clutch, but the other was nowhere
to be seen.
Hey, there, you menu screamed
Mariar," waving her band-box fran
tically at some men on the track, help!
I'm drowndn'."
You're all right, old lady, if you'll
keep STILL" answered back one of them
consolingly. You'd better not foun-
der round much though, cause the pond
is little miry."
"Dear me, what wretches!' ex-
claimed Mariar." ooh" with an ex-
preston like tornado, "there's my
t'cther ban'-box, an it's got my new
Summer shawl an all my collars in it.
Git it, sumbudy, or it'll get wet on
spile EN- ALL" and " Mariar" -four
ished her band-box like a war-club in
the direction of her "t'other ban box
which her eagle eye had discovered
floating serenely on the placid bosom
of the pond.
No one seemed inclined to pay much
attention to her, however, and she had
to content herself with calling them all
set of wretches, and bemoaning the
the fate Of her poor band-box for about
two minutes, when she began calling
for help again.
"Ill ketch my death cold, I know
SHALL" she declared; "I feel like
sneezin' now," she added, very solemn
ly, "Hain't any O you men got any
regard for wimmen? Some mon would
not stan by an see me q sufferin' in
this way thought making some effort to
help NO."
Her sarcasm fell on unheeded ears.
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