The Brookhaven leader., 1889-06-27

reflection. at happened the night o. Aleck
Simpsons birthday party. Aleck had kind
o. give out that his party was to be one OF
the finest affairs they'd seen in that neigh
borhood, and so Imade preparations accord
ingly. rdg got the promise Of Emily Peters
company. Emily was smart little critter
goiu' on seventeen, and the purtiest gal in
the county. All tho boys were wild over
her. Her cheeks minded you Of straw
berries and cream and she had way Of
fashin' her big brown eyes at a Teller that
used ter set my heart thumpin' like a
woodpecker hammerin' on a holler limb.
Il hitched the sorrel colt up to pap's new
top buggy, and l jst calculated me an
Emily d lay ZEN all in the shade. l knowed
the other fellers 'ud be jealous of me for a
month to come. Butwc had ahttle spat on the
way and by the time we got to the party felt
more like layin' down in the haymow than
goin' in 'mongst the crowd. | could stood
it though if Emily hadn't got up a filtration
with Fred Gibbs, a spindle-shanked leather.
head that 1 despiscd top o. the earth, and
give me to understand that she was goln'
home with him.
THAT jist made me red hot. l went out
doors and sot to work to think up some
plan of revenge. BY and by the thought
and Emily and have great joke on 'cm at
the same time by stealin' the bars often
Frod's front buggy-wheels SOS the buggy
ID tumble down with e m on the road home,
and l went right straight to tend to il.
After I'd throwed the bars over into the
cow-lot went off and laughed till was
sick, a thinkin' how Fred and Emily ID
be piled out on the prary and have to walk
home.
soon as could straighten my face up
went in and cut SIGH splurge among the
girls that l reckon must . made Emily
jealous; anyways, she left Fred and kind
o. made up to me. By the time we was
ready to go home we was as sweet on one
another as though nothin' had happened.
1.-THE first half mile of our road was
smooth as a floor, but l didn't hurry none.
told Emily the sorrel colt was young and
1t wouldn't do to drive him too fast, and
she lowed was right.
1--WE got along splendid till we came to q
little creek we had to ford. AS the wheel.
went down the bank there was q jolt and
then q wobble, and out we went into the
creek, ker-chunk. Jeminyl You could
a. herd the screech Emily give as she
souseo into that icy water clean over into
the next county. l felt like hollerin' my
self, only my mouth was so full of mud and
gravel l couldn't. Quick IS could helped
Emily out. By that time we could hear the
sorrel colt a-tearin' down the lane half o
mile away, jist lickety-brindle; so there was
nothin' left to do but walk back to Simp.
sons. 1t was along towards the latter eend
of October, and our clothes froze stiff.
Emily's mouth must "a froze shet, too, I
reckon, fer she's never spoke to me to this
day. OF course l felt awful, but fer all
that couldn't help chucklln' every time
thought of the trouble that Fred and his
girl 'ud git"
'Did Fred's buggy wheels come off in the
creek, toof" asked Bronson, after waiting
in vain for the old man to finish his story.
"Noap. Didn't come off at all. Ye see,
Fred's buggy stood right side o. mine that
night; it was darker N a sack o. black cats,
and was in a dreadful hurry, and-well,
the fact O. the matter is, I fixed the wrong
buggy" G. F. CARTER.