Wilmington daily commercial., 1875-04-17

chilly riding, and wouldn't have you catch cold
| for the world"
| She seemed pleased at bis tender care for her
health. and contented herself with sticking one
of her little feet out with long silk neck tie
| over the end of it.
| What is that, Mr.. Smiley, neck tie
"Yes," said he, 81 bought it the other day, and
l must have left it in the buggy. Meyer mind
| it,"
'But," said she, SIT was 30 careless I" and
stopping over she picked 1t up and made a mo-
| tion to stuff it between them.
| Bill felt her hand going down, and making a
dive after it, clutched it in his and held it hard
| and fast.
Then they went on quite a distance, he still
| holding her hand in his and wondering what
| they should do when he got to Green's and
she wondering why he did not say something
nice to her as well rs squeeze her hand, and why
his coat was bnttoned up 30 tightly on such a
warm evening, aud what made his hat and face
80 dirty, until they were going down little hill
and one OF tho traces came unhitched and they
had to stop.
" Oh murder !" exclaimed Bill, "wllat next p
What is the matter, Mr.. Smiley? 7" said the
widow, with Il start which came near Jerking
the robe Off his knees.
Zone OF the traces is oil, answered he.
"Well, why don't you get out and put it on y
II can't said Bill: "Ivo got--that is
l doY"
"Why Willie" said she tenderly, what is
the matter Z do tell me" she gave his hand a
little squeeze, and looking into his pale face she
thought he was going to faint, she got ont
her smelling bottle with her left hand, and pull
ing the stopper out with her teeth, she stuck it
to His nose.
Bill was just taking in breath for a mighty
sigh, and the pungent odor made him throw back
his head 30 far that he lost his balance and went
over the low backed buggy. The little womon
gave little scream az his bare feet flew past her
head; snd covering her face with her hands gave
way to tears Or smiles-it il hard to tell which.
Bill was fright side up" in a moment, and was
leaning over the back of the seat humbly apol-
ogizng and explaining when Ed Wilbur and his
wife and baby drove up behind and stopped.
Poor Bill felt that he would rather have been
shot than have Ed Wilbur catch him in
suck scrape, but there was no help for
it.now, so he called Ed. to HIM aud whispered it
in mis- ear. Ed. was like to burst with suppress
ed laughter but he beckoned to his wife to draw
up, and after saying something to her, he help
ed the widow out of Bills buggy and into HIS
Snd the women went on, leaving the men be-
hind. Bill lost no time in arranging his toilet al
well as he could, and then with great
persuasion Ed. got him to go home with him,
and limiting up slippers and socks and getting
h IN washed and combed had him quite present :
able when the ladies' arrived. l need not tell
how tine story was all wormed out of the bash
full Bill, and how they all laughed as they sat
around the tea-table that night, but will con-
clude by saying that they wont to the show tc-
gether, and Bill has no fear Of Gus Sokrider
now.
This is the story about Bill and the widow
just as | had it from Ed Wilbur, and if there is
anything unsatisfactory about it, ask him.