Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1875-09-14

news to Nelly; and about I'VE O'CLOCK
that evening they saw Bill go by with
his horse and buggy, on his way to
the widows. He logged along qui.
|etly, thinking Of the old singing school
|days-and what . pretty girl Susan
Was then, and wondering in.wardly it
'lhe would have more courage to talk
Iup to her-until, st . distance OF
about a mile from her house, he came
to . bridge, he gave . tremendous
sneege and blew his teeth out Of his
mouth and clear over the dashboard,
and, striking on the planks, they roll
ed over the side of the bridge and
dropped into four feet of water.
Words cannot do justice to poor
Bill or paint the expression of his face
as he sat there completely dumfound-
ed at his piece of illluck. After a
while he stepped out of his buggy
and, getting down on his hands and
knees, looked over into the water.
Yes, there they were, at the bottom,
with a crowd of little fish rubbing
their noses against them, and Bill
wished to goodness that his nose was
as close for one second. His beaut'-
full teeth that had cost him so much,
and the show coming on and no time
to get another set-and the widow
and young Sockrider. Well, he must
| try and get them somehow-and no
time to be lost for some one might
come along and ask him what he was
fooling around there for. He had no
notion of spelling his clothes by wad'
ing in with them on; and besides, II
he did he could not go to the widows
that night, so he took a look up and
down the road, to see that no one was
in sight. and then quickly undressed
himself, laying his clothes in the bug
gy to keep them clean. Then he ran
around the bank and wadcd into the
almost icy-cold water, but his teeth did
not chatter in mis- head-he only wish.
ed they could. Quietly he waded
along so as not to stir the mud up,
and when he get to the right spot he
dropped under the water and came
out with his teeth in his hand. and re-
placed them in his mouth. But bark
What noise is that? A wagon and a
dog barking with all his might, and
his horse is starting. "Whoa! whoa!
Stop, you brute, you Stop But stop
he would not, but went off at a spank.
ing pace. with the unfortunate bache-
Tor after him.
Bill was certainly in capital run.
ming costume, but though he strained
every nerve, he could not touch the
buggy or reach the lines that were
dragging on the ground. After a
while his plug hat shook off the seat,
and the hind wheel went over it, max
ing it fiat as a pancake. Bill snatch
ed at it as he ran, and, after tanning
his fist into il, stuck it, all dusty and
dimpled, on his head. And now he
saw the widows house on the top of
the Hill, and what, oh what will he doy
Then his coat fell out and he slipped
it on, and then making a desperate
squirt he clutched the back Of the seat
and scrambled in, and pulling the buf:
falo robe over his legs, stuffed the 9TH
er things beneath. Now the horse
happened to be one he got of Squire
Moore, and he 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 was too busy buttoning
his coat up to his chin to think of do
ing much else. The widow heard the
rafting Of wheels and looked out, and
seeing that II was Smiley and haI