Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1892-02-26

| was never more weighted down by
troubles before or since and only pride
prevented me from breaking forth
into a lamentation of freezing tears.
As the companion Of my joys and
sorrows of that eventful night was
drawn suffering and splitting snow
balls ont of the drift, the first use of
her voice was to propose this Gonun-
drum; "What do you think auntie
will say this timer"
gave the robe jerk that treated
us to temporary snowstorn and ir-
reyerently remarked: 20, auntie be
bowed. If she hasn'I retained enough
sense to know that we can't capture a
runaway horse with llalf a mile start,
she had better apply for a guardian,
or at least find another one for you.
If she goes blatherskiting around this
time I'll give her piece of my mud"
Tho bare idea of my taking that
estimablc old aunt to task so tickled
my partner in trouble that she settled
down into tho snow with peal after
peal of laughter that had the genuine
ring of merriment. was mad enough
TO shoot, but what could l do!
awe have TO get home," | stated in
a dignified way, which must have,
been supremely ridiculous. 81 am
perfectly willing to carry you mat
ter of eight or ten miles, but that
would preclude the possibility of our
seeing 'aunty' before dinner time. If
you can modify your risibles suffi-
GENTLY to walk until we reach house,
! may get something TO take us home.
Then there were two of US mad, and
a solemn-looking procession we made
as we marched single-fle up the road,
| leading with q buffalo robe, whip
and cushion secured about my person.
'1ct inc carry something" she sug-
gested.
"Not a thing" l responded de-
cisively. ''If we come across the cut
ter any where along the road, I'll pick
that up and carry it, too"
| heard smothered snicker and
ground my teeth; for did ever such
great chunks of adverse fate strike the
same man within SO short space of
time?
At length we reached a farm house
and | partially relieved my pent-up
.Frath BY pounding the front deer.
Two or three ours made the first re-
Spouse and was keeping them at bay
with the whip when a big, raw-boned
man opened the door and wanted to
know whats this fuss about?'
] explained, and it took several
minutes to convince him that | had
not tried to knock his door off the
hinges. He was finally pacified, and,
after agreeing upon price that was
more than his old turnout was worth,
prepared TO take us to ''aunty." His
cutter was jumper, made out of two
saplings for runners and thils COM
bined, the superstruciurc being dry
goods box, carved out at the sides
with a handsaw and nailed 10 the
cleats which held the uprights TO-
gether. The motive power was a
broken down wheezy old horse that
really wasn't fast enough to plow
corn with. Limpety jog he
went, the big farmer gently
plying the whip and chirruping
necessarily in way that meant moth
ing. l was INDUCING in mental pro-
family while the sensible girl leaned
III OiiC COIH6A VI tuO pililitlNO SIIuCl-
ure and saw only the funny side of
the situation. Ii was five O'Clock in
the morning, that outlandish hour at
which some one is POLITICALLY described
as telling 'qhe old, old story of love-"
when our caravansary drew up in
front of aunty's. That resolution of
mine to give her back talk had COM
pletely vanished. | was as humble as
Uriah Heap. She opened the door and
stood there for a second like craven
image in the mellow light OF hand
lamp. Then gentle curves began TO
wreath her mouth as she gathered the
Finally three of us were laughing
uproariously, and the farmer declared
that lie had never before "strucI SIGH
a gol-darn lot of idyots." / settled with
him and settled more cheaply with
aunty by telling her of our adventure.
Meantime l knew that the Morgan
mare had struck across the country for
home, and the folks there were in an
excited state of uneasiness. | left
telegram with the clerk, to be sent as
soon as the office opened, and then
went all over dreamland with run
away horses, pretty girl and snow
so deep that whole summer could not
have melted it.-IDetroit Free Press.
Method in His Madness,
"I'm going to give her this music
box for a birthday present. he said
confidentially to a friend.
ID. ouo.,Bf ,.nu n fraid that n will