The weekly examiner., 1891-01-17
How 1 Lost Her.

was bachelor, not wealthy, but contented and happy. I am still bache- Tor, contented, but not happy. This is the difference between Thomas Growler of month ago and the same person to- day. But one short month ago thought nothing of matrimony. I smoked my pipe in comfort at my lodging Gin the city of Canterbury or sewed refractory buttons upon my clothing without a thought of any female to take that em- ployment out of my hands.
 But was one day seated in the beau tifuI grounds of the Dane John, watch ing the children drinking at the foun- tain, when shadow fell upon the path. It might have been the shadow of com ing events. but upon looking around perceived that the substance was very beautiful yonng lady, with roguish blue eyes that might nave been the head quarters of fun and good-humor, look ing at me from frame of golden ring lets.
 Now, you must not imagine that I sober gentleman of forty, was in love with girl. Nothing of the kind. She was at least thirty; and g ragged little boy who stood near, whose tongue I loosened with 8 piece of silver, told me z small farm outside the town. and that her name was Mrs. Faber, He also in formed me taat her brother lived with her and managed the property.
 Upon the following morning I greatly surprised my friend, Harry Powers, by praising the Widow Faber and request ing an introduction. He gazed at me mo- ment in speechless ,astonishment. and I think that he really thought Of knock 4, fo$f and calling for assistance. But Harry was engaged himself and soon compre- hended the state of affairs. So he drop ped the book upon the table and invited me to q picnic which was to take place in the woods in few days, where I should meet the lady and be introduced.
 i immediately. purchased g new suit of clothes, 6 beautiful wig and 3 pair Of tight boots, and when the morning of the festival dawned, crowded myself in to the broadclOth, put on my wig, and after much preparation and strong lam guage had been wasted. managed to squeeze my feet into tke patent feathers, where they felt as if incased in red-hot iron boots.
 At the picnic received the pfoTnsed introduction, and had the pleasure of escorting Agnes all day, She talked with me, and we attacked the eatables in com eAM pies and dissecting chickens together.l I was happy all day, and when at parting she invited me to visit her. believe the tightness of my Waistcoat was all that prevented my heart from bursting it's bonds. My feet prevented me from sleep ing that night; but was willing to suffer in such a cause. and bore it without & murmur. s fss.4I ss55 s5
 One day hired horse and gig at the ,A~ farm to carry Agnes to a party at a neighboring town. She was already dressed when drove up. and looked beautiful in new bonnet and shawl We were very comfortable and our conver- sation was very interesting. I was advancing rapidly in her good opinion and was beginning to think seriously of popping the question, when the horse stopped suddenly as if turned to stone low bow, and my companions s lovely nose came into sharp contact with the dashboard.
 I immediately Jumped out to see what was the matter, but everything about the horse appeared to be all right, and again climbed into the gig and prepared to start. But the horse obstinately re- fused to move. I coaxed and fattered. but he would not be persuaded. I thrashed him with the whip until my wrist ached, but he remained immovable as statue. At last I sharpened a hedge stake, took my seat, gave the reins to my companion and gave him tremen- dous blow. I hardly hoped to see him stir, but he did, and started with leap that almost threw me on my back. I immediately seized the reins, but his de- termination had taken another channel, and he would not stop. tugged at the reins and shouted, Whoa !" but he held the bit between his teeth and rushed along the road like runaway comet.
 Agnes screamed and I roared as we dashed by the farm-houses with the speed of locomotive. The horses heels splintered the dashboard at every leap. and the bright shoes twinkled like small stars in dangerous proximity to our eyes. Finally the wheels struck 8 tree, the horse stumbled and the next moment was lying upon my back in the road.
 Feeling like an exhausted bellows re- gained my breath and pickedsmyself up after while. But what a situation 1 Agnes lying upon the grass, with torn clothing and disordered hair; while her chigno2s was rolling along the pathway pursued by 8 terrier. The horse stood quite still and gazed calmly upon the ruins. was without hat, covered with dust. The boys shouted boisterously, anu tue company, WnO perceived that we were uninjured. laughed. I could have jumped into the river, to hide myself, and entertained serious ideas of run ming away. but thought better of it and assisted Agnes to arise.
 It cost me heavy sum for the wrecked gig. I was scratched and discouraged. Agnes had turned the cold shoulder and was in despair. but wrote her a letter explaining matters and begging to be again taken into favor. was overioyed to receive an encouraging reply. She forgave me aad would bot give ms ups