Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1885-07-11

the farmer.
And in came IL head-a shaggy
head, and. with wild red hair, and
wilder red chin beard.
:aI'm in II pickle, mister" said
the voice. ssI'm - drivin' a lady
up to Bunkcr's Tavern, and I've
got a wheel off. My passenger is a
mighty high striky critter, anyway,
and you Orter hear her screech.
That's her now.n
.sAll right, stranger" said the
farmeE fetch the lady in, and LII
help yon fix; y Our wheel while wife
tends to her."
"Maybe she's hurt" said the wife.
"N0," said the man-ssno, ma'am.
II she was, she; wouldn't sereeeh,
slike that. s 9
And The two men plodded ont
into the darkness and soon returns
ed, supporting between them.a lady.
whoprobably wore morerufdes, and
bows, and flowers and streamers,
and bangles and bangles generally,
than were ever crowdedintO the tot
let ofone female.
The overseeing Of the wagon,
which, besides the passenger, had
contained bag of -four anda kero-
sene oil.can, had greatly disarrang
ed these adornments.
The fanciful hat was more on one
side THAN the mlliner had intended
itslould he, which WAS saying much.
A cluster of curls which had sup
plementeda very handsome head of
real black hair, WAS tied to button
at the wrist. And tile general effect
was as Of a lady who had been first
dipped into something sticky and
then had an indlscriIninate lot of
ribbons and furbclows thrown at
her; add to this bath of kerosene
oil and Il dregging Of flour. and you
may fancy the effect.
Good Mrs. Hudson only saw the
distress, and could not wonder ut it
when so much good silk and ribbons
had been ruined.
Size advanced her Boston rocking
chair, and said, Poor thing, what
a shame" and began with mother.
ly Kindness to wipe the oil from
the skirt with a cloth. And "Silvy,
make a cup of tea" she said; strong,
there is nothing like it for the i
nerves."
LIN sure you're ever sokind, AND
isn't this u state to be in! Oh! that
red-heatled wretch in the wagon. |
He got his wheel off on purpose. |
know" said the lady with faint gasps
between her words. but men are
all alike. Brutes, every one Of 'en.
Oh! ache all over, and don't it
seem as if troubles all come togetl. |.
er in a heap? Oh!n Looking @ Z
her back hair, 1--WE lost my cug'E \
said she.
"No, my dcar.n replied Mrs. HUI,
sou. "Here they be, if ever | kin
get 'em untangled off your buttons.
'sOh, thank you," cried the strane,
er again, while Sylvia, with all eye
on the clock, FASTENED to make tea
and wondered whether she should
he able to escape maternal vigilance !
before it struck nine.
.And how am co go to the no.
tel looking so' And not q changed!
And eh-oh, you don't know what
state my nerves are III! and per-
haps you can tell me. I've come
down after my husband, you see"-
sSick at the tavernw asked Mrs.
Hudson sympatheticaly.
"Sick! no." cried the stranger.
"The old hoy takes care Of his own.
That kind always pro,pers. Oh, if
| catch him!if | only Catch him and
bring itliome to him, won't scratch
his eyes out! A wretch! but men are
all alike.
"Don't you ever marry, my DEAR"
this is to Sylvia pouring the tea ill.,
to one of the best china cups. "Nev:
or you marry. It's kisses and sweet.
ness when they're counting you and
abuse aftcrward. But, oh, Pm not
Que to be put down! Pm not to bear
it as some wives do! If more were
like me there'd be an end to these
capers. Mrs.-Mrs.-."
"HndSon," said the farmers wife.
ayes, Mrs. Hudson. Do you know
of anybody by the name OF Shaw
Mr.. Frank Shaw-at Bunker's Ho
tell"
Sylvia gave a start. A lump of
sugar fell between the spoon and
cup, and crumpled upon the hearth
but she dropped another into her
cup, and handed it to the woman
in the chair, glad to get it out OF
her own shaking hands.
"Shaw!" repeated Mrs. Hudson.
"WelI, yes, there is a young man OF
that name at tire tavern"
"That's him." said the woman.
"And I've come after him. I'm his
Wife,"
sLor'n said Mrs. Hudson. 'Do
tell! We thought he was a single
man."
aNo, Doubt" said the woman. ~
heard be passed himself single, and
was counting a great fool OF a girl,
and that's what fetched Inc down.
Yes, Pm his miserable wife, and l
was IA widow, with as good Il BUSH
ness chance left me as ever you
could want, by poor, dear MIR.
Bloggs. And Frank Shaw was our