Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1890-05-23
sUsY AND susY.
r NJ. L. RAYNE.

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Talk bout Opponents" said the man
On the cracker box, there amt never
peen SIGH excitement i'll this part of the
country before, OF since, as there was
when Deacon Adams gal ;Susy Hoped
with h book agent"
Tell us about it, won't you?" said
the stranger leaning his rifle against the
counter in a way that reminded the In
dlans and loafers that it was near reser-
walton hours.
Don't mind if / do, thanhee. Good
k1llikimuck that of yourn, stranger,
powful sweet. Well, Susy was the
belle of Nebrasky, leastwise Of this part
OF the State, and the book agent was a
long-Jointed cuss that liked to hunt
catamount better nor to sell books,
though he did pass in a few red-covered
picture books with q lot of stuff in 'em
bout not eatin' with yer knife, as if a
knife warn't made on purpose to eat
with, an finally the Teller Jest settled
down to maxim love to Susy, and that
made the deacon mad an he up an
turned him out, an told Susy not to
dare to think Of him another minute"
And did she?" asked the stranger.
Yes, she dill. You can just bet yer
bottom dollar chat if you want to make
a girl think of a Teller that's the way to
do it. The book agent didn't amount
to q row OF pins, but he was bound to
get the gal cause her pa forbid him.
SO II Saturday night what did the fell
low do but steal the old deacon's mare
and buggy and IL the gal Off"
"Well?" queried the crowd.
WELL" retorted the speaker, amt
that enough?"
Tell the rest of it," said the stranger.
Didn't the old man show fight?
You said there was great excitement
e the elopement."
so there was, but all I know is that
there miserable, %no-account agent run
off with the gal, and no one amt seer
either n Of 'em since"
The stranger reached over and took
his rife from the counter.
Speak with respect of the book
agents" he said curtly; "Ill tell the
rest of the stony. Miss Susy took the
mare, who was her namesake, and
hitched it to the buggy with her own
hands. Then she met her lover down
by the fork of the two roads and they
took the road for Omaha, but somebody
had peached and Father Adams hitched
up the 3-year-old and was after them
like the wind. Away went the mare
but the colt came on her heels; then it
was neck and neck; then the deacon
yelled Whoa Susy.'"
How do you know" asked the crowd
in concert.
II was there" said the stranger, sig
%nificantly, II had my rifle in one hand
and | drove the old mare with the other,
and Susy chung to my arm. Her fathe,
yelled at the top OF his voice as he came
up abreast, Give me Susy, or I'll shoot
herP He had his duck gun and I knew
the old nan we'll enough to feel pretty
sure he was equal to keeping his word
and just then Susy called out, Shoe
away, pa and I gave the mare anothe,
clip and called back to him, shoot j
you dare"
"And did he" asked the crowd.
"He hollered Whoa. Susy, in a voic
of thunder, and the old mare stopped
in her tracks so suddenly it nearly
pitched us both over the dashboard
The next minute he was alongside, ant
before you could say Jack Robinson he
had the mare out Of the shafts having
us Topped down in the prairie. Coco
luck to you,' he shouted as he rode Off.
You can keep the gal but you can't
have old Susy. I'd a killed her fust.'"
They all drew a long breath, and as
the stranger went out they said adj
miringly: "Plucky, amt he? But
who'd a thought he was the deacon's
son-in-law ?"-D Detroit Free Press.