Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1881-04-29
low mustache, and g-gray clothes, and

a straw hat.
pretty bad businessI' one of the
men muttered aside to another.
Sharp fellowl' responded a second.
And then there were some antistrophes
of What's the natter" "It's a
shame!" LEFT her, did hep" from a
small crowd that had by this time
started up around me.
"Well, now, just come in here and
sit down." said my old gentleman, pa
ternally, gathering up my bag, "and
compose yourself, my dear, and we'll
see what can be done. Don't cry, it'll
only furry you, and won't do any good,
you know. There, that's right" For
| wiped my eyes with remnant of a
sob, pulled my veil down, and was
turning to follow him, when, behold!
as | swept the landscape DER with one
last look ofdesperation, there appeared
Charlie-gray clothes, and straw hat,
and yellow mustache, and all, coming
from the dim distance, with brown
paper parcel under each arm.
''There he is ~ 1 shrieked, dropping
bag and parasol in my ecstasy, and rush
ing down the platform with extended
arms. "There he is Oh, call him,
somebody-tell him I'm here Make
him look this way"
where? which? where is hep
cried half dozen men, quite ex-
citedly.
eHim in the straw hat, with the
bundles? Halloa, sir Halloa . Stop
him y and three small boys and one
man started in pursuit
Poor Charlie There he came, nur.
rying along i our direction, rather
swiftly it is true, when my four com.
panions gave chase. And just as they
uplifted their voices, and just as Char
lies eyes, sweeping the surrounding
scene appeared to light upon them
lust then did the locomotive behind
which we had been sitting fifteen min
utes before. and which had been back
ing and snorting, and advancing anc
backing again, after the manner o
trains, choose its time to set up shrieR
and u violent ringing of the bell, and to
go putting off on its way back to New
York. And Charlie first stared wild
and then turned and chased the loco
motive and the three small boys anC
the man chased him, rending the all
with shouts of '.Stop him "
But Charlie conldn't keep up with
the train very long, and the impotency
of his efforts seemed to break upon
him suddenly, after he had run him.
self very hot and damp, and shed al
the hot buns from his brown paper
parcel for twenty yards along the track
He turned and faced his pursuers like
a man at bay, and figuratively speak
ing, they all fell upon him.
'Stop there where are you going
Come back after your lady, you scamp
Amt you ashamed of YOURSELF
shouted the small boy, in ecstacy
Wanted to run away did you? Didn't
do it that time, old felloww
"What the deuce do you want ?" said
Charley, fiercely. where's Sarah
Where's my wife?"
There she isl roared dozen
voices, with appropriate action of as
many unwashed hands. 'Ain't got rid
of her SO easy YETI
/ will draw decorous veil over the
embrace that followed and the compli-
ments exchanged by the populace, who
evinced the widest joy at what was
supposed to be the discontinue of vii
lany. will merely observe that the
whistle of the Boston train cut short
our little scene, and that was handed
up on the last car amid the cheers Of
the bystanders, greatly multiplied
since Charities appearance on the
scene, and speeded on my way by q
parting roar from one benevolent per
sonage to keep a tight eye on my
young man, for he wasn't to be trusted
as far as you could see him !" Also
that Charlie shed bank notes as well as
buns in the excitement Of the chase
and that my point d'Alencon paraso
with an agate handle, the wedding gift
of my beloved Arabella, is probably
marching round Blankville at this very
hour poised in the Lisle thread hand O.
some village belle.