Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1881-12-08

know. There, that's right For 7
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 one last
look OF desperation, there appeared
Charlie-grey clothes, and straw hat
ana yellow mustache, and III, coming
from the dim distance, with brown
paper parcel under each ann.
. There he is p | 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 he ?" cried
half dozen men quite excitedlv.
90 Him III the straw hat, with the
bundles Halloa sir Halloa Stop
him y and three small boys and one man
started in pursuit.
Poor Charhe There he came. hurry
ing along in our direction, rather swiftly
it is true, but quite at his ease. and witt.
smiling face, when my four champions
gave chase. And just as they had up
h1ted their voices, aud just as Charles
eyes, sweeping the surrounding scene.
appeared to light upon them-iust then
did the locomotive behind which we had
been sitting fifteen minutes before. and
which had been backing and snorting,
and advancing and backing again, after
the manner of trains, chose its time to
set mp a shrek and q violent ringing of
the bell, and TO go putting off on its way
back to New York. And Charlie first
started wildly, and then turned around
and chased the locomotive, and the
three small boys and the man chased
him, rending the air with shouts OF ''Stop
him p
But Charlie couldn't keep up with the
train very long, and the impotency of
his efforts seemed to break upon him
suddenly; 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 a man at BAY, and
tiguratively speaking they all fell upon
him.
"Stop there! where are you going
"Come back after your lady, you scamp p
Amt you ashamed of yourself ?"
shouted the small boy in ectasv.
Wanted to run away did you? Didn't
do it that time, old felleri
"What the do you want ?" said
Charlie tiercely-only he used the whole
word instead of the initial. L" Where's
Sarah? Where's my wife ?"
There she isl' roared dozen voices.
with appropriate action of as many I'M
washed hands. ''Aint got rid of her so
easy yeti"
| viii draw a decorous veil over the
embrace that followed, and the profanities
with which Charlie punctuated it, and the
compliments exchanged by the populace,
who evinced the widest Joy at what was
supposed to be the discontinue of vii
lainy. l merely will 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 by
ISLANDERS. greatly multiplied since Char
lies appearance on the scene, and
speeded on my way by a parting roar
from one benevolent parsonage to "keep
q tight eye on my young man, for he
warn't to be trusted as far as You could
see him. Also that Charlie shed bank
notes rs well as buns in the excitement
Of the chase, and that my point a. Alen-
con parasol with an agate handle, the
wedding gift of my beloved Arabella, is
probably marching round Blankville at
TINS very hour, poised in the Lislethread
hand Of some village belle.