The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1876-05-03


The widow would be delighted to go,
of course she would. But wouldn't he
come in? No. he was in a hurry, he
said; he had to go on to Green's place.
ooh" said the widow, you're GO
ing to Green's, are your Why, I'm
going there myself to get one of the
girls to help me quilt tomorrow. Just
wait second while l go and get my
bonnet and shawl, and will ride with
you" And away she skipped.
Thunder and lightning" said Bill,
"what a scrapel" and he hastily
clutched his pants from between his
feet and was preparing to wriggle him
self into them, when a light wagon,
drawn by the white-faced horse, driven
by boy, came along and stopped be-
side him. The boy held up a 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 were in swimming"
you're mistaken, said Bill, "they
are not mine"
Why" said the boy, CANT you
the young man that had the race after
the horse just now ?"
"No, sir, am mott You had bet
ter go on about your business" Bill
sighed at the loss of his Sunday boots,
and turning to the widow said:
"Just pick up the lines, will you,
please; this brute of horse is always
switching them out of my hands,"
The widow complied, then he pulled
one corner of the robe cautiously down
as she got in.
"What a lovely evening"" said she
"and so warm, l don't think we want
the robe over us, do wei" (You see
she had on a nice new dress and a pair
of new CATERS, and she wanted to show
them
"Oh, my!" said Bill earnestly,
"you will find it chilly riding, and l
would not have you to catch cold for
the world"
She seemed pleased at this tender
care for her health, and contented her.
self with sticking one of her little feet
out with a long silk neck-tie on the end
of it.
"What is that, Mr.. Smiley, neck
tie ."
" Yes" said he, 81 bought it the
other day and 1 must have left it. in
the buggy. Never mind it."
"But," said she, sit was careless :
and STOPPING over she picked it up,
and made a motion to stuff it in be-
tween them.
Bill felt her hand going down, and
dive for it, clutched it in his
and held hard and fast.
Then they went on quite distance,
he still holding her hand in his and
what he should do when
they got to Green's, and she wondering
why he did not say something nice to
her as well as squeeze her hand, why |
his coat was buttoned up so tightly ON |
such a warm evening, and what made |
his face and hat so dirty, until they |
we're going down a little hill and one
Of the traces came unhitched and they |
had to stop.
ooh, murder!" exclaimed Bill,
u what next?"
What is the matter, Mr.. Smiley ?"
'sid the widow, with a start which |
came near jerking the robe off his
knees.
Zone of the traces off," answered
ne.
"Well, why don't YOU get out and
put it on ?"
81 can't, said Bill "Pve got-that
5, l haven't got-oh, dear, Pm so sick!
What shall do ?"
Why, Willie" said she tenderly,
what is the matter! do tell met" She
ave his hand a little squeeze, and
Ooked into his pale face; she thought
lie was going to faint, so she got out
Ter smelling bottle with her left hand,
md pulling the stopper out with her
eeth, she stuck it to his nose
Bill was Just taking his breath for
mighty sigh, and the pungent OdOr
made him throw back his head so far
hat he lost his balance and went over
he low back buggy. The little wo-
nan gave a low scream as his bare feet
lew past her head; and covering her
ace with her hands gave way to tears
n smiles-it is hard to tell which.
Bill was "right side up" in a moment.
Gaming over the back of the seat hum