The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-05-18

cluSlon that there had been quite
enough of this sort of thing, he delib.
erately drags the wagon to the side Of
the road, takes up his station beneath
a wide-spreading oak, and proceeds tc
MUNICH the young grass at his feet, with
a look in his eyes that says as plainly
as words: From this spot move me il
you can"
go Charley! Charley! how can you?''
begins the young girl, loudly and in.
dignantly, following him with small
brown hands clasped beseechingly.
ooh, you wicked, a0icked Charleyr'
Ibid you call me?" asks masculine
voice, to her great establishment; and
as with a slight start she turns in the
direction of the voice she sees a young
man walking rapidly toward her, the
sound of his approaching footsteps hay
ing been completely lost in the inquir-
ing bow-wows of her canine guardian
Did you call me?" he repeats.
mo, ST." she replies, blushing
prettily, and looking at him with frank,
child-like eyes. Il was speaking to
the horse. Be still, Lion
Beg pardon. | thought for an in
slant you were speaking to me. 1t
seems that | have the honor of being a
namesake of your fiery steed. But you
are in trouble. What is the matter?
Can | help you in any way?"
"There's nothing very serious the
matter" she says, with smile. 1--WE
are moving to-day, and father went on
ahead long while ago, having some
business to settle with our new land
lord, and he must be at this very mo-
ment waiting for me at the new house,
and wondering what in the world has
become of me. You see, we have no
boys in our family, and the other girls
are younger than myself, and father
and mother both thOught-this being a
very quiet road-that Lion and | could
look after Charley and the furniture;
but Charley, who generally behaves
very well, has been G1OfulLy contrary,
and has stopped every few moments,
and the consequence is we have been
already two hours on journey that
should have taken us but one, and
there's just as long distance to 90 yet;
and with Charley-oh, you wicked
horse!-standing under that tree,
don't know how we are ever to get to
Grasstown.n
It's almost as bad plight as the
old woman was in with her pig, when
he CouIdnt go under the stile, and she
was afraid she couldn't get home that
night" laughs the young mana nice
looking fellow he is, with gentleman
stamped on every feature of his hand
some face. but suppose cut you a
switch? Perhaps that, used with dis
erection, might have some influence on
the fiery steed."
80 no, that would meUer dor' she
says, shaking her head emphatically.
"Charley was never whipped in his
life. He'd be so scared at the very sight
of switch that l believe he'd run
away"
"Wouldn't that be a desirable thing,
under the circumstances asks the
young man, with a broad smile, the
idea of the old horse, whose principal
desire appeared to be not to move at
all, running away, striking him as in
eXpressibly comic, and thinking: Bless
her kind little hearth he continues:
" Well, since you refuse the switch,
will try how a command in a masculine
voice will affect him. and he COM
manded: G'long, Charley!'
Charley started, turned his head to-
ward the speaker, recognized master,
backed away from the oak, and went
off on quick walk.
"Well, the idear' exclaimed his
young mistress.
And now, with your permission, I'll
walk with you to the end of your jour
ney, for I'm sure if l leave you, Char
ley will note my absence Immediately,
and stop under the first tree"
80 no, indeed! you must not" says
the pretty country maid. "You We're
going in an entirely different direction.
| could not think of taking you so far
out of your way. Many thanks for
your kind offer, but indeed, sir,
couldn't. Charley will behave well
now. Won't you, Charley?'
Good heavens! l never knew my
name was so musical BEFORE" thinks
the young man, and then explains: Z" |
was going in an entirely different di-
rection because | missed my train at
the last station, and, if / had waited,
would have had two hours for another;
but being rather impatient by nature,
and tempted by the fine day, | set out
to walk, my destination being the next
village. And now if l return with you
| shall have much pleasanter walk,
catch the next train, and lose no time
after all. Lion approves of my plan.
Don't YOU, Lion?' And Lion, usually
very suspicious of strangers, comes and
lays his startlingly cold nose in his new
friends hand.
And so the two young people walk
along side by side, crushing the pretty
flowers under their feet as they go, and
Charley, looking back every now and
then out of the corner of his right eye
to see if the masculine voice is still
there, never falters, but keeps steadily
on his winding way. After few mo-
ments' silence the innocent little maid
raises her blue eyes-they have been
hidden by the long lashes-and says, in
a shy voice:
"You said you were going to Daisy
vile. | have lived there all my life
mot very long time" says the
young man, with a smile.