Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1875-09-24

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IS the loss Of his Sunday boots, and, tur
& ing to the widow, said !:
Just pick up the lines, will you, pleas
this brute OF . horse is always switchil
i them ont of my hands.' The widow col
e piled. then he pulled one corner of Il
robe cautiously down ~ she got into Il
!; buggy.
!; What lovely evening, said she, .an
90 warm; don't think we want the rot
over rs, do we?'
! (fou see, she had on . nice new dres
ard = pair of CATERS, and she wanted ,
show thcm),
On, my!' said Bill, earnestly, you ,
4 dnd It chilly riding. ana wouldn't hay
you catch cold for tho worh.'
She seemed pleased 1t this tender re
gard for her health, and contented herse
with sticking one of her little feet ou,
with long, silk neck tie over the end o
J Int.
What is that, Mr.. Smiley. q neck
tie?'
Yes said he, Il bought it the othe
day, and 7 must have left it in the buggy
Never mind it.
But said she. I was careless, ant
STOPPING over, she picked it up, and mad,
a motion to stuff it between them.
Bill felt her hand going down, snt
making dive after it, clutched it in hi
and held hard and fast.
Then they went on quite distance, h,
still holding her hand in his and wonder
ing what he should do when they got t.
Green's, and she wondering why he did
not say something nice to her as well as
squeeze her hand, why his coat was but.
toned up SO tightly on such q warm even.
ing, and what made his face and hat &C
dirty, until they were going down little
hill and one of the traces came unnitched
and they had to stop.
oh, murier!' exclaimed Bill, what
next?'
What is tbs matter, Mr.. Smiley p said
the widow, with start which came near
jerking the robe off his knees.
One of the traces is off, answered he
We'll, why don't you get out and pu,
it on?
I can't said Bill; I've got-that is.
haven't got-oh, dear, I'm so sick! What
shall do?'
why, Willie,' said she, tenderly, what
is the matter! do tell me ? She gave his
hand little squeeze, and looked into his
pale face; she thought he was going to
faint, SO she got out her smelling bottle
with her left hand, and pulling the stop
per with her teeth. she stuck it to his nose.
Bill was just taking in breath for q
mighty sigh, and the pungent odor made
him throw back his head go far that he
lost his balance and went over the low
back buggy.
The little woman gave low scream as
his bare feet flew past her head; and cover
ing her face with her hands, gave way to
tears, or smiles-it is hard to tell which.
Bill was right side up in moment, and
leaning over the back of the seat humbly
'pologizing and explaining, when Ed.
Wilbur and his wife and baby drove up
behind and stopped. Poor Bill. he felt
hat he would rather have been shot than
had Ed. Wilbur catch him in such a
'crape; but there was no help for it now,
70 he called Ed. to him and whispered in
his ear. Ed. felt like bursting with sup
pressed laughter. but he beckoned to his
wife to draw up, and after saying some.
hing to her, he helped the widow out of
Bills buggy and into his, and the two wo-
men went on, leaving the men behind.
Bill lost no time in arranging his toilet Is
we'll as he could, and then with great
persuasion Ed. got him to go home with
aim. and hunting up slippers and socks
md getting HIM washed and combed. had
,im quite presentable when the ladies ar
'iyed. / need not tell You how the story
was all wormed out of the bashful Bill.
md how they oil laughed as they sat
lround the tea table that night; but will
by saying that they went to the|
how together. and Bill has no fear Of
Sockrider now.
This is the story about Bill and thel
widow, just as had 1t from Ed. Wilbur, i,
md it there is anything unsatisfactory
bout it, ask him.