The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1880-05-06

right and lett at his visionary rival in a
way that made the officers litter.
'Th9y waited and waited, and kept
waiting. The ten O'Clock train came in
whispering shrilly. And still no signs
of the woman or the man for whom they
were waiting.
Presently Mr.. Jones babe them listen
he heard steps down the road. The night
was daak and they could not see rod
off. But he was night in thinking he
heard steps. Some one was coming:
otis he, curse hlm!' muttered Mr.
Jones. "Now you lie low and mind what
1say. Don't come till tell you to. dare
say [ shall half kill him, but you keep
Of and let mo be. an take the consc-
guences if l do kill him complete Y.
Great Jehosphat! I just yearn to get my
hands on the wretch"
"He's close by now" whispered one of
men.
II see him." answered Mr.. Jones IN
an awful whisper. "Here hold my hat,
I'm going tor him, and may the Lord
have mercy on my soul!"
Accordingly Mr.. Jones "went for him"
He made q rush at the tall black figure
coming up the road. He gave it punch
in the stomach with one fist and anoth-
er in the ribs with the other fist, snort
ing like wild bull. He was too excited
to talk intelligently ut first, hut on the
second thought seemed to think better
OF it, and turned upon his assailant.
"Takc that, and that, and that,'' cried
Mr.. Jones, who had got so he could ut
ter words tride more coherently at this
time dealing blows right and left. "Run
away with my wife, will you2 You old
william, III teach you to swoep around
the Jones family, trying to break it up.
Take that, and that, and-oh! great Jc.
hosaphat!'
Mr.. Jones tune suddenly changed; the
victim of the husbands righteous wrath
had brought his cane to bear upon his
toe, and was dong good work with the
same.
"Smith-Dobson !.help. help!' shrek
ed Jones, as the cane fell upon his head
and shoulders in unmerclful blows.
"Murde1! Help!'
The officers came to his assistance, and
succeeded in securing the stranger.
SD like to know what this means2''
he demanded. II supposed this neigh
borhood was respectable, but l should
think you'd all gone crazy, or else turned
highway robbers"
"We'Il let you know what it all means
and you won't want to run away with
Samuel Jones' wife again.
"Oh, is that you Jonesf" asked the
prisoner, II thought your voice sounded
kind of familiar before, but you below.
ed so l couldn't make it out. Are you
insane or idiotlc or what2''
"Lord bless me. if it amt uncle Josh
ua!' said Mr.. Jones family. He felt
small enough just then to crawl through
a knot hole. "l'm awful sorry this has
happened, but couldn't help it; I did
not know it was YOU. You see Amelia's
fallen in love with some fellow, and
came across letter this afternoon that
she had written to him, saying that she d
meet him here at ten o'clock, and l got
these men to melp me and we waited Tor
him, and l thought you were the man.
"Fallen in love with another NAM
promised to meet him here at ten clock
Stuff and nensense!' exclaimed uncle
Joshua, Indignantly. "You were always
the biggest fool! You're cruzyv'
But tell you I saw her own letter!''
exclaimed Mr.. Jones. II amt crazy
now, but shouldn't wonder if was
crazy before long.
"Icu've lost all the sense you used to
have, and that wasn't enough to brag of, ,
retorted uncle Joshua. "Come along to
the house and we'll ask Amelia what i,
all means
Uncle Joshur led the way, with pain
in his stomach, caused bv Mr.. Jones en-.
ergentic attempt to teach his supposed
rival not to NEEDLE with the Jones fami
~, and Mr.. Jones followed in his wake
with sore head and a very black eve.
There was light in the sitting room
Mrs. Jones was there.
"Scc here, Amelia" exclaimed uncle
Joshua, bursting In like thunder storm,
"your fool of husband says you've fall
len IN love with some one, and that you
wrote him letter saying that you would
meet him to night at ten o'clock, and run
away with him, and he says he's seen the
letter. Now don't believe q word of it,
only Id like 70 have you explain it-if
you cam
II never did any such thingw declared
Mrs. Jones, Indignantly.
"You dld!" exclaimed Mr.. Jones, "it's
no use for you to lie about it, Amelia
You've broken my heart and you did
write that letter. I found it on your
desk and here tits. It begins dear Ed
ward.'"
"Oh, I know all about it, now!' cried
Mrs. Jones, beginning to laugh. "Oh
dear me! You sec Lura Wade and
agreed to write story, and I get mine
half done, and went over to read it to he1
this afternoon, and when I got there
found that had lost page of it. Well
must have left 1t OH my writing desk
The story was about woman who was
going to elope-my story was-and she
wrote that she would go with her lover
and then, when she had thought it all
over, concluded to stay at home and dc
her duty. The page that was missing
was the one that she wrote to her lover
You found it, and thought 1 was going
to run away? Oh, dear me!'' and Mrs
Jones laughed until the tears ran down
her cheeks.
II can't see anything funny about it,
said Jones, feeling rather sheepish
'How was I to know that you were
writing stories? You've no business tc
spend your time in that way.'
"That's so growled uncle Joshua,
whose stomach began to feel bruised and
sore. you're fool for writing stories,
and Jones is u fool anyway"
Which was poor conolation for Jones.
The story Of the whole affair leaked out
and he will never hear the last of Mrs
Jones' elopement,
The Boy Who Loved His Teacher
A schoolboy about ten years old was
the other day halted by a benevolent
minded citizen ON Second street, and
asked If he liked to go to school.
mo, sir!' was the prompt reply.