The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1874-05-13


his coat fell out and be slipped il.
on, and then making desperate
squirt be cIutched the back Of the
seat and scrambled in, and pulling
The buffalo robe over his legs, stuff
ed the other things beneath. Now
the horse happened to be one that
he got from Squire Moore, and be
got it from the widow, and he took
it into his head to stop at her
gate, which Bill had no power TO
prevent, as he had not possession
of the reins, besides he was too
busy buttoning his coat up to his
chin to think Of doing much else.
The widow heard the rattle Of
: :he wheels and looked out, and
seeing that it was Mr.. Smiley, and
that he 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 smil-
! ing face turned right toward him,
while the cold chiIIs ran down his
shlrtless 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
mud that came trickling down his
face. She asked him to come in.
No, be was in a hurry, he said.
Still he did not offer to go. He did
! no, like to ask her to pick up his
reins for him, because he did not
know what excuse to make for not
doing it himself: Then he looked
down the road behind him and
saw q white-faced horse coming,
and at ouce surmising that it was
tha, of Gus. Sackridcr coming, be
resolved to do or die, and hurried
" told his errand. The widow
would be delighted TO 90, of course
! size would. But wouldn't be come
in. No, he was in a hurry, be
said had TO 80 on to Mr.. Green's
place.
"Oh," said the widow; "you're
going to Mr.. Green's are you"
Why, I was just going there my
self to get one Of the girls to help
me quilt some. Just wait second
while l get my bonnet and shawl,
and III rido with you. And away
she skipped.
"'Thunder and lightning !" said
Bill, "what a scrape!" and be
hastily clutched bis pants from be-
tween his feet, and was preparing
to wrigglc into them, when light
wagon, drawn by the white-faced
horse, driven by boy, came along
and stopped beside him. The boy
held up pair of 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.. Smiley, that you left on the
bridge when you was in SWIM
ing"
"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, I am not! You had
better 60 on about your business
Bill sighed at the loss Of his good
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 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
we need the robe over US do weT
"(You see, she had on a nice
dress ami a pair of new CATERS,
and she wanted TO show thcm.)
"'Oh, N.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 ten
der care for her health, and con-
tented herself with sticking one
Of her little feet out, with a long
silk neck-tie over the end of it.
"'What is that Mr. smiley? q
neck-lie 2
EYES, said he, L bought it the
other day, and l must have left it
III the buggy. Never mind it.
"'But," she said, it was so care
less ) and STOPPING oCer picked it
up and made u motioo to stuff it in
between them.
Bill felt her hand going down:
aud makinga dive atterit, clutched
it in his and held it hard and fast
Then they went on quite q dis
tance, he still holding her soft lit
tie handin his and wondering what
be shnnld do when thew GOT &c