The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1877-01-26
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HOBSON'S CHOICE.
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"Mr. Jones, how your horse does
kick snow in my face, Idon't like rid.
ing behind him at ALL"
lyon like neither the horse nor the
master" was the p;qued reply. "If it
was Johnson's horse, you'd admire it."
A very sober face were turned around
to him then, and the black eyes looked
reproachful and propitiatory.
why do you talk so?'
-. illy," was the Immediate and eager
beginr ing ''Tilly-now don't turn
your head away again, as you've been
doing all afternoon. | want you to
look at Inc, and | want to talk to you
soberly. I'm determined will speak.
You sha'nt be off or OH with HE just as
you take fancy. We're going to have
an understanding one way or the other.
Now, Tilly, will you or won't Oh,
b. careful therel Good gracious! what
clo.e shave that was.'
A very close shave. The black-eyed
general had found herself i'm danger of
a proposal, and with desperate sheer,
Tad grazed by sled heavily loaded
with wood, Mr.. Jones more annoyed
than he liked to say, jumped out to
investigate he damage done TO bis
newly painted sleigh, while TilIy scoid
ed roundry.
"It's all YOUR horse; hesciU shy at
everything"
shy" was the irats rejoinder.
did you ever hear of horse shying
into the thing he was afraid Off
II don't want to hear anyt hing about
horses. OF to drive one like this. l
want 20 go Ia me-" was the captious re-
spCIse.
Honeward Mr.. Jones drove with
compressed lips. 1t was not till they
were in the town, and fairly befoi the
mills, that Miss M'Ewen said, with a
falter in her voice.
"Oh, know Pin the Uorst girl! l
know | have ruined your sleigh"
Nj j Jnes look, i AT the downcast
face. shadowe'' by tire >hvrt ]. 'ty curis,
ana relent,d.
Il dou't care about my sleigh half as
much ar do about you"
Then your. MT angry! I've had
such ii pleasant ride! Now won't you
let me set out here! because I've got
to stay at the depot till tea time. ]
never had a holiday without No king up
for it."
May come and walk home with
you to nighti'
''Uh yes; I'll wait for you;" and
Tilly ran into the depot, triumphant.
1t was about a week after this that
Miss M'Ewen came home to sup er
with tragic face, and letter in her
pocket. Poll, in the doorway, nudged
her, and pointed to her plate on the
dining table, beside which lay another
letter. Tilly swept this also into her
pocket, ate her supper in absolute
silence, and afterward beckoned Poll to
follow her up stairs.
''Don't say word" Miss M'Ewens
said, sitting down on the first chair che
came to. 81 know all about it. One
letter is from Jones and the other is
from johnson, and they're both dated
to-day. And there you sit and laugh. !"
1t was not very kind OF Poll, but it
is fact that she had sat down on the
bed and laughed till the tears ran down
her cheeks Tilly read the last letter
with gloomy face.
Il wish was Mormon" she said,
crumbling both missives into mass.
80 Lori cried the shocked Poll.
"Well, if l was, l couldn't marry
both of them, and l can't for my life
tell which like best. Poll, which do
you think is nicsstH
"You amt goin' by any thing l sa-.
like johnson best"
''Oh, Jones Is more of a gentleman.
And they're both coming here to night
to Ellen Reeves's surprise party, and
each say can answer him to nj hi
Think of that PolI"-and Miss M'Ewen
walked the room desperately-''both
coming for an answer tonight"
swell, you'll have to get dressed.
Which IL you taker
81 shall have to take the first one
that asks me square. 1 hope it ill be
Jones-no don't; hope it III be
Johnson"
Poll after another stare and laugh,
commenced her toilet. Tilly perforce
commenced hers, signing as she brush.
ed ont her curls.
"Oh dear, / shall be so awfully sorry,
which ever way it turns outi-
Poll. in the intervals of assuming a
green merino and braiding her hair,
was interrupted by the perfect destrac.
ton of her room mate. who finally sa,
down and declared she would not move
all evening.
Say Fun sick, Poll. No, you need.
MT either; I'll Just face it OUT" and