Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1875-01-02

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der Of the party, asked to be excused
from their paft Mr.. Jones struggled
to his feet, to deliver a second toast
Ladies hand genlan, ladies ana Remany
young ladies and geman on this hocca-
sion-hon this hoc--hon han hoccasion
like this 'EreIs your very good leslth. ="
" Pass the, cake" roared the whole
boys side, in one breath. Pickles.
PICKLES, picklea," shouted Mr.. Briggs.
" Please to bepso kind, condescending
and obliging. .tQexpedite the movements
of the sandwiches in this direction, -
simpered the eldest Miss Jones. a. -,
"Oh! Mr.. Briggs, esquire screamed
Mrs. B., as that gentleman sat down in
a custard pie. "I really beg your par
don my dear madam" he exclaimed as
he jumped up, putting his foot in a
second pie. There! there, you go
again, Goodness me all my pies are
going. I shall faint, know T shall
Briggs; esquire, you're a brute--a good
for-nothing brute.' Mr.. Jones caught
the pie-smasher by the coat-tails and
attempted to make him sit down.
Briggs foot slipped, and crash he went
at full length over the eatables. Squash
sounded sausages, pickles, cheese, Gus
tard pies, cakes, cups, Xxx Stout and a
bottle of claret. Mrs. B. screamed
and tainted. The two Miss Jones were
knocked speechless. Mrs. J. didn't
know what to do. Will John roared.
Sam James cried. .iLeander Jones at
tempted to drag Mr.. Briggs off the ta-
BILE. At last, Jones the elder, caught
him by the feet, and with one pull
jerked him away back. What a sight.
Everything was ruined. Nothing was
left in the basket. No more eating.
Everybody was hungry. They hadn't
half enough. What should they do.
The pepper had collided with the Jelly.
The mustard had scattered over the Gus
tard. The salt had seasoned the large
pie. The porter had soaked allioser
the cake. The claret had stained the
table-cloth. The pickles had, with
great presence of mind, jumped int6 a
bowl of milk. The pies had perished
nobly. Everything was as fiat as a pan.
cake. All was spoilt. Naught was
saved. What should they do By
this time Mrs. Briggs came suddenly to
her senses. A bright thought struck
her. Mr.. B., esquire" sheo, said /,
you unmanly brute, take that basket,
and go over to the house, away down
there, and purchase enough condiments
for the assemblage. With a humble
air Mr.. B. scrambled to his feet, took
the basket, and started slowly off. Mr..
Jones wished to accompany him; but
Mrs. Brigg forbade. = r,-r. o.
The house was about two miles of on
the other side Of a large orchard.
Scrambling over the fence, Briggs
walked pensively on. The sun was
near the zenith. It sent down its
beams with fearful heat. The portly
Briggs waddled on leaving pool Of
perspiration at every step. Soon he
reached the house. In answer to his
call, fat, buxom, country wife ap-
peared, and in answer to his inquiry for
!" vittles," said, IS she had eggs and
bacon, and milk and bread, and apples"
:" o anything will do us, no matter what
it is. Anything to fill up on" The
basket was soon filed to overfowing.
He paid her the necessary amount, and
started for camp. "Look out for the
bull near the bottom of the orchard y
was shouted after him. "All right" he
answered back. What did he care for
bulls. He was new man now. He
had a busket full of provisions. Raw
bacon, raw eggs and stale bread He
was equal in fair fight to a dozen bulls,
with that basket near him. How he
would tighten the picnicers' hearts,
when he got to camp. He, Mr.. John
Briggs, of the city, what did he care for
any bovine animal. As he was walking
on, musing thus, he showed himseh to
possess particular regard for that
horned beast, for the next moment he
heard a loud believing and q terrible
laundering. "Great heavens! what's
thaty he exclaimed giving an invol-
untary jump, knocking The basket
against tree, which had the effect of
breaking every egg. How they1streamed
out of the basket. Holy jerusalem
he yelled giving a second jump. He
looked behind. He glanced back. he
saw a tcloud of dust making with all
speed straight for him. He determined
to fly. and go he did. Away with all
his might he few. On the bull came
laundering. Briggs still clutcheds the
basket. How he made his heels hy.
But in vain; the enraged animal was
gaining on him every bound. What
should he do? "Ohl poor Mrs.
Briggs" he yelled, sand all the little
Briggses; what will become of them.
I'm q gone man. Hang old Jones and
his picnic! I've been deluded and
wheedled in this. Poor Briggs you
Oh! Obi Lord Ohp, he cried as the
bull nearly caught him with his horns.
Bang, crash went the basket, scattering
apples, bread, bacon and broken egg
shells around everywhere. The bull
stopped an instant. Now was Briggs
only chance. Up tree he must 60,
and up tree he went, with all tho haste
possible. The tree was q small aone;
Briggs weighed two hundred. !. How