The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-12-19

mySeaK tue pteAS sure or oo1nE up your hair in papers every evening at the same time with my own"
 Mir. Bullfrog,. repeated she, "you must not disarrange my eurls,"
 This was spoken in a more decided tone than had happened to hear, until then. from my gen,les, of all gentle brides At the same time she put rp her hand and took mine pris oner; but merely drew it away from the forbidden Iinelet, and then immediately released 1t. Nox, am hdgety little man, and al~ays love 10 have something in my fingers; so that, being debarred from my wife's curls, l looked about me for any ether playthine. | On the front seat of the coach there was cling ladies who are too delicate to ap. pear at public table generally carry a supply of ofgingerbread, biscuits and cheese, cold ham, and other light refreshments. merely to sustain nature to the journey s end. Such airy diet will sometimes keep the n in pretty good flesh for a week to- gesher. Laying hold of this same little basket, thrust my hand under the news paper with which it vas carefully covered
 Whats this, my dear 1' cried | for the black neck of a bottle popped out oi the basket.
 "A bottle of K.lydor, MT. Bullfrog," |" said my wife cooly taking the bsske, from my hands~and replacing it on the front seat.
 There was no possibility of doub,ing my wife's word but never knew a gen. uine K slyder, such as use for my o~n i@N Nr aaI @h A~hA branoy. was about to express my fears hat the lotion would ipjure her skin, when an accident occurred which threat ened more than a skin deep injury. Our Jehu had carlessly driven over help oi gravel and fairly capsixed the olch, with the wheels in the air and our heels where our heads should have been. What be- came of my wits cannot imagine; they have always had perverse trick of de serting me just when they are most need eded but so it chance that in the confusion of our overthrow l quite for got that there was a Ms Bull!rog in the world Like many mems wives, the good lady served her husband as stepping stone. had scrambled out of the coach h and was instinctively settling my cravat when somebody brushed roughly by me, and l heard smart thwsck upon the coachman's ear.
 "Take that, you villain Y cried a strange, coarse voice. "You have ruined me, you blackguard shall never be the woman have beenw
 And then came second thwack, aimed at the drivers other ear; but which missed 1t, and hit him on the nose, c2us ing terrible effusiou of blood Now, who er what fearful apparation was inAicting this punishment on the poor fellow re- mained an impenetrable mystery to me The blows were given by person of grisly aspect, with head almost bald, and sunken cheeks, apparently of the feminine gender, though hardly to be classed in the gentler sex. There being no teeth to modulate the voice, it had a mumbled 6erceness, not passionate, but stern, which absolutely made me quiver like calf's foot jelly. Who could the phantom be2 The most awful circum- stance of the affair is yet to be told, for this ogre, or whatever 1t was, had rid ing-h .bit like Mrs Bullhog's and also a green silk calash dangling down her back by the strings. In my terror and turmoil Of mind could imagine nothing less tha an that the Old Nick, at the moment of our overturn, had anDihila,ed my wife and jumped into her petticoats. This idea seemed the more probable, since could nowhere perceive Mrs Bulltrog alive, nor, though looked very sharply about the coach, could ] detect any traces of that beloved woman's dead body There would have been a comfort in giving her Christian burial
 Come, sir, bestir yourself. Help this rascal to set up the coach, said the hob. goblin to me then, win terrific screech to the three counrymen at distance, !" Here, you fellows, ain't you ashamed to stand eff when a poor woman is in dis tress p
 The countrymen, instead of fleeing for their lives, came running at fall speed and laid hold of the topsy turvy coach also. though small-s red man, went to work like son of Anak. The co .ch- man, 100, with the blood still streaming from his nose, tugged and toiled mosl maniully. dreading, doubtless, that the next blow might break his head. And yet, bemauled as the poor fellow had been, he seemed to glance at me with an eye of pity. as if my case were more de- plorable than his But 1 cherished a hope that all would turn out dream, and seized the opportunity, as we raised the coach, to jam two of my fingers under the wheel, trusting that the pain would awaken me.
 "Why. here we are, all to rights again, T exclaimed sweet voice behind. "rhank you for your assistance, gentlemen. My dear Mir, Builfrog, how you perspirel Do let me wipe your face. Don't take this little accident too much to heart, good driver. We ought to be thankful that none of our necks are broken"
 We might have spared one neck out of the three," muttered the driver, rub. ping lis ear and pulling his nose. to as- certain whether he had been cuffed or not Why, the womans a witch l"
 fear that the reader will not believe,