Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1881-04-06

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 I
wiped my eyes with the remnant of a
sob, pulled my veil down, and was turn
ing to follow him, when, behold! as
swept the landscape DER with ono last
look of desperation 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 parsol in my ecstacy, and rush
ing down the platform with extended
arms. "There is! Oh, call him, some
body--tell him I'm here! Make him
look this way!''
"Where? which where is he?" cried
half dozen men, quite excitedly.
Him in the straw hat, with the bun
dies? Halloa, sir! Halloa! Stop him!"
and three small boys and one man start
ed in pursuit.
Poor Charlie! There he came, hurry
ing along in our direction, rather swiftly,
it is true, when my four companions
gave chase. Ard just as they uplifted
their voices, and just as Charles eyes,
sweeping the surrounding scene appeared
to light upon them-just then did the
locomotive behind which we had been
sitting fifteen minutes before, and which
had been backing and snorting, and ad-
vancing and backing again, after the
manner of trains, choose its time to set
up shrek and violent ringing of the
bell and togo putting off on it's way back
to New York. And Charlie first stared
wild, and then turned and chased the
locomotive; and the three small boys and
the man chased him, rending the air
with shouts of "Stop him!'
But Charlie couldn't keep up with the
train very long, and impotency of his
efforts seemed to break upon him sud-
denly, after he had run himself very hot
and damp, and shed all the hot buns
from his brown paper parcel for twenty
yards along the track. He turned and
faced his pursuers like man at bay, and
figuratively speaking, they all fell upon
him.
"Stop there! where are you going {?
Come back after your lady, you scamp |!
Amt you ashamed of YOURSELF" shout
ed the small boy, in ecstacy. "Wanted
W iuA away. olo you Dlon 90 IL that
time, old fellow!"
What the deuce do you want ?" said
Charley, fercely. "Where's Sarah
Where's my wife?"
"There she is! "roared adozen voices.
with appropriate action of as many un-
washed hands. CANT got rid of her so
easy yeti"
Twill draw decorous veil over the
embrace that followed and the compl-
ments exchanged by the populace, who
evinced the widest joy at what was sup
posed to be the discontinue Of villainy.
I will merely observe that the whistle of
the Boston train cut short our little
scene, and that was hauled up on the
last car amid the cheers Of the bystand-
ers, greatly multiplied since Charley's
appearance on the scene, and speeded
on my way by parting roar from one
benevolent parsonage to "keep a tight
eye on my young man, for he warn't to
be trusted as far as you could see him!"
Also that Charley shed bank-notes as
we'll as buns in the excitement of the
chase, and that my point d'Alencon par
asol with an agate handle, the wedding
gift of my beloved Arabella, is probably
marching around Blankville at this very
hour, poised in the Lisle-thread hand of
some village belle.