Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1883-06-16

hand and pair of socks IN the other,
and Just as the widow reached the gate
again he said:
Here's your boots and socks, Mr.. Srni-
Icy, that yoa Iefton the bridge vhsn yo1
went swimming"
"Yon're mistaken; they're not mine.
said Bill.
why, amt you the NAN that had the
race after the horssF" said the boy.
No, sir, / am not You had better 20
on about your bozinessn
Bill sighed at the loss Of bis good SIN
day boots AID, sarnins 70 tbs widow
Jus. pick Up the -, viii yoa,
plsaseT'
The widow complied; then be p1iled
one corner Of ths robe cautiously down
and she got in
What lovely evening" said she.
and 80 warm | don't think We need
the robe over as. do veT
oh, nv" said Bill. earnestly, you
viii find it chilly riding. wouldn't have
you catch cold for the world"
She c0ntented herself with sticking
one Of her little feet o1t, with a long
silk nscktie over the end Of il.
What Il that, Mr.. Smiley! q neck
tier
"Yes." said he; Z" + bought it the other
day. and mus: have left Il in the bug
Ry."
But said she, ii was 30 careless. :"
And, STOPPING down. she made motion
70 stuff IL between them.
Bill felt her hand going down, and,
making dive after it, clutched it in bis
and held it hard and fast.
They wen; on in this way quite dis
lance. be holding her soft little hand in
his, until, as they were going down a
small hill, one Of the traces became un-
hitched and they had TO stop.
"Ob, MURDER exclaimed Bill, what
nextr'
What il the matter, Mr.. Smiley?'
said the widow, with start that nearly
| jerksd tip robe off his knees.
"Oh, my. One Of the traces is of.
be said.
We'll. why don't you get off and put
it onT'
az can't" said Bill. 1--WE got-that
is, haven't Rot--oh. dear, I'm sickr'
"Why, Willie" said she, tenderly
what il the matterf Do tell me-" Sh'
thought be was going to faint, 80 she go
out her smelling bottle with her left hans
and. pulling the stopper out with he
teeth, put it to his nose.
| Bill was just taking in breath for ;
mighty sigh, and the punRent odor mad
him throw back his head 50 far that b.
lost his balance and fell oct of the low
backed buggy. The little woman gave
scream an his bare feet flew past he
head. and, covering her face with he
hands, gave way 10 tears or smiles-it i
hard TO tell Just which.
Bill was right side up in a monen;
and was leaning over the back of tn
seat humbly apoloRizing and explainin,
when Ed Wilbur, with his wife and baby
drove up behind him and stopped.
Poor Bill felt that be would rather b
shot than have Ed Wilbur catch him il
such a scrape; but there was no help 70
il now, 50 he called Ed to him and wins
pered in his ear the whole story.
Ed was like to burst with suppresse'
laughter. but he beckoned to his wife +
draw up, and. after saying something /
hsr, removed the widow from Bills bug
gy to his own, and the two women wen
on, leaving the men.
Bill lost no time in arranging his TOT
let as well as he could, and then, afte
long persuasion, Ed got him to go hom
with him; and hunting up slippers an
socks, and getting him washed an
combed, had him quite presentatIe whe
the ladies arrived.
need not tell how the story was al
worme1 oa' IL bashful Bill, and no,
they all Laughed as they sat around tn
tea-tabis that Light; but will conclud
by saying that they went to the sho,
together, and Bill has no fear Of Gu
Sackrider nov.