The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-09-12


tended arms
Tom was thunderstruck. His heart
few into his mouth with such a
chuck" II soemed miracle his front
tooth wcre not all knocked out by It,
and whlrlinG around with Comaache
death-yell no darted of, with Susie at
his heels In hot pursuit.
Fear lent IN unusual activity to his
spidery limbs and II favoring fortune
had not interfered Susan would never
have overtaken him. But fate was
against him and his doom was sealed.
Old Twitchell had been making his
years supply of soft soap that day. and
barrel kettle about the shape OF a
Boston dip was propped up In heap
OF rocks by the roadside. In this
huge receptacle. by process known
only to the initiated. he had combined
the I've OF wood ashes with sundry
ancient pigs ears odorous tails from
the same defunct porkers, and other
scraps OF waste grease fully ripe
enough to attract the attention Of any
thing that wore a nose
This savory mess had boiled until
evening and was now silently lying in
wait for the departing Thomas who
was frantically hopping off like bull
frog with the tremens. He was too
frightened to realize anything, except
there was girl after him. even II the
night had not been darker than tho
pockets In pair OF black breaches.
So the first thing the unlucky youth
knew his long shins were knocking the
corners of some OF the stones previous
ly mentioned, and he ended over into
the hot soap like wheelman taking a
"header."
His pursuer was close at his heels.
$50 1t was her hand that rescued him
from the seething pillows OF soft soap,
by means of his exceedingly abbrovi-
ated coat-tail. Finding he was taken.
the dazed and dripping youth suffer- ed
himself to be bound to tho victorious
Susie's chariot Wheel so to speak; and
before he fairly came to himself he
was in Farmer Twitchelrs kitchen,
with several candles brightly burning.
wall, that was quito scrape,
wasn't it?" said the laughing Susie, as
she surveyed her dripping prisoner.
1T feels some like it." answered
Tom, as he tenderly fingered his LAGER
ated shins, his teeth chattering with
terror at the girls proximity. But
never'd axed yer in the world eff Dad
hadn't made me-"
AK me what?" asked Susie. u
l,,s. l,,s, l. Oh
20 Lord! l darsn't tell yer swar
l darsn't." he mumbled, the drops Of
cold sweat and hot soap crowding each
other off his clammy forehead and
drizzlipg down his buff eaI-locks and
goatee.
You've gotter. Tom" said his
roguish tormentor, blushing redder
than ever. AK me whatp"
TO marry me-" gurgled Tom, in a
paroxysm of terror. 20 hevings, I've
done it! I shall die now. / sartin
shall"
Course I'll marry yer. That's
nothin'; stop yer howlin." was the low
and unexpected rejoinder.
Yer will?" cried Tom in another
luuldu yoil.
''Sartin. Of yer think yer kin man
age ter live through it. / do want
yer ter die on my hands right off,"
"Hooray for Harrison!' yelled the
excited Tom. and needless alike OF his
former fears and present predicament
he grabbed Susie in pair Of arms
about rs soft and yielding rs those OF
tobacco sign in the last stages OF
consumption. For the next few
minutes her face was all covered over
in about the proportion of one hot
soap to two hot kisses.
Some hours later Dad and Marin
Thompson were reused from their
slumbers by the hasty entrance OF
their greasy and radiant son.
1--we done it! I've done it! I've
done it.'' he shrieked in ectacy.
"Halleluyer ter hens eggs! I've done
it.'
Land sakes! haow dye dew itp"
sSuawked his mother as she sat up in
bed and yawned like the shaft to a
coal mine, her excited night-cap hang
ing upon her left ear
And the happy Thomas tersely and
triumphantly answered, with soft
soap."-Chicago Sun.