Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-09-19
HE WAS A LITTLE TOO LATE.
Tale Of Conjugal Infelicity In the Penn
sylvauia Backwoods-

syivauia Backwoods
Ed Mott in the New York Sun.
was riding along one Of the mountain roads
Of northern Pennsylvania recently and had
got up into the hills about four miles from the
railroad station at Geetown, when met Wild
looking man on horseback, with a bundle in
front Of him. He was evidently denizen Of
the lumber woods. He pulled up his horse
when he met me, and exclaimed in anxious
tones:
Say, boss! Ydidn't meet q Teller drivin .
mule to q blackboard wagon anywhar on yer
way up, did y'.'
'Yes, 1 did," replied, for had.
Were he gettin' along at a tol'able stiff
gait! asked the anxious woodsman.
Yes. he was. come to think of it," replied.
Seem ez if he were goin' to git thar, did
hep said the lumberman.
Get wherey" asked.
$40 Geetown"
''Theres no doubt about it," I said.
Were tina a woman with him, did you no
tice?" asked the man.
YES there was" replied.
"Cross-eyed?' questioned the woodsman.
II don't know about that"
"Mole on her nose?''
That's more than can say"
Were the mule lame in the of hind Lego"
Didn't notice whether the woman were
cross-eyed. hey?"
did the man have yaller baird?'
'Yes; long, yellow beard
Prom TAT little y see o the woman, dye
think tina were room enough on her nose for
good-sized mole?"
/. well, yes think there was.'
byy'r'
He acted to me as if he might have touch
OF the heaves; yes"
Go ildn't sw'ar the woman want cross
eyed, could y'?''
blackboard kind O. rattly in the spokes, an
actin ez if pint or two O. grease wouldn't
hurt it?'
1T seemed that way."
, ~" oman hey on blue dress n green hat
with red feather in it2'
.! remember the green hat with o red
feather"
Were tina gap in the buckboard's dash,
sumpin' like ez If a mules heels mowt a gone
through 1t some time or otherI'
Eyes, there was hole in the dash"
but y hain't dead sartin th't the were mole
on the woman's nose?"
NO.
'.Tha hain't no doubt, though but wat they
was go'n' to git thar
Not a particle.
MAN in his shirt sleeves an one gallus2"
"ies. remember that he was in his shirt
sleeves anu wore but one suspender."
Inc anxious woodsman paused as if irving
to think OF something else to ask, but at last
said:
''Y'll hef to 'scuse me stranger fer bein' 40
kinder curious. but mebbe y mowtn't know
who them folks be?''
Il haven't the least idea"
ull, the mule n the woman n the buck
board Is mine. he man is Sim Blger, He's
siopin with the woman, n it's jist my durn
luck to be too late to ketch EN- fer they've
took the keers at Geetown afore thisr'
What. The woman your wife?'
"Course!'
"well," said 1. sit don't seem to me that
would go to much trouble to fetch such a
woman back"
Fetch her back. Great hoop pole hain't
arter her to fetch her Back
What were you in such hot pursuit of her
for. then?''
Will; it's this here way. Time she sloped
with Bill Balls, year ago las spring, she kim
back two or three weeks arterwd DIS n said she d
fergot some of her buds, n she d kim back to
git EN-. tor her whar she KID find 'en,, but
she Jlst settled down to hum ag'in N were
bossin' the clearin' same ez atore in less half
an hour. She run things fer a spell n then
sloped with Sam Fletcher, the mule boss
Twan't long fore she diskivered tht she'd
forgot to take sumpin' else O. her n, n she kim
back to git 1t, n first thing 1 knowe'd were
workln Ter her az in. Las fall she cut sticks
> n dug out with Joe Fassett
'Gosh y. l says, i hope Samanthy's mem'ry
hain't ben bad this time! l says. If she's fer
got anything this trip l mowt ez we'll move
outn
But sure ez sap she'd ben fcrsitful agin, n
twa n three weeks for she kim prancin' back
hum arter sumpin she'd left ahind her, n me
n her went to workin in harness ag in Now
along comes Sim bigger n Samauthy puts on
her bes bib n tucker N slopes with him, n I'm
too durn late to ketch emn'
Let EN- go.' said. What do you want
TO waste your time chasing up such cattle forY'
Let EN- go:' exclaimed the anxious hus-
band. Course I'll let EN- 60. But here's a
lot things In this here bundle thu Samanthy's
ferSot. Wat wanted were TO overhaul her
n give en- to her SO she wouldn't hef to come
back arter en-. Now she II member 'cm in a
week or two, n consarn it. she'll come home
o hummin It's just my durn luck!'
And the disappointed husband turned his
horse about and galloped disconsolate.y away.