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

i"N1"cH's Dy running away ourselves.
was never more weighted down by
troubles before or since and ouly 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 sputtering and splitting snow
balls ont of the drift, the first use Of
her voice was to propose this conun-
drum; "What do you think auntie
will say this timer"
! gave the robe a jerk that treated
us 10 "a temporary snowslorm and ir-
reverently remarked: 90, auntie bo
blowed. If she hasn' retained enough
sense to know that we can't capture a
runaway horse with half mile start,
she had better apply for guardian,
or at least find another one for YOU.
II she goes blatherskiting around this
time I'll give her piece Of my mud"
The bare idea of my taking that
estimablc old aunt to task so tickled
my partner in trouble that she settled
down into the snow with peal after
peal of laughter that had the genuine
ring of merriment was mad enough
TO shoot, but what could 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 sufli-
ci ntly to walk until we reach house,
may get something TO take us home.
Then there were two of us mad, aud
a solcmn-looking procession we made
as we marched single-file up the road,
! leading with a buffalo robe, whip
and cushion secured about my person.
'1ct Inc carry something" she sug-
gested.
"Not thing" responded de-
cisively elf we come across the cut
ter nywherc 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 a space of
time?
At length we reached farm house
and ! partially relieved my pent-up
.gratb by pounding the front door :
Two or three ours made the first re-
spouse and was keeping them at bay
with the whip when 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. lie 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 thills COM
bined, the superstructure 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
broken down wheczy old horse that
really wasn't fast enough to plow
corn with. Limpety jog he
went, the big farmer gently
plying tic whip and chirruping
inccssantly in a way that meant moth
ing. | was indalging in mental pro-
family while the sensible girl leaned
j, one corner of the primitive struct-
ure and saw only the funny side of
the situation. 1t was five o'clock in
the morning, that outlaHdish hour at
which some one is POLITICALLY described
as telling 'phe old, old story of love-"
when our caravansary drew up in
front of auntys. That resolution of
mine to give her back talk had COM
pletely vanished. / was as humole 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
situation.
Finally three of us were lau. hing
uproarously, and the farmer declared
that lie had never before "strucll sich
a gol-darn lot of idyots." l settled with
him and settled more cheaply with
aunty by telling her of our adventure.
Meantime | knew that the Morgan
mare had struck across the country for
home, and the folks there were in an
excited state of uneasiness. | left a
telegram with the clerk, to be sent as
soon as the office opened, and then l
went all over dreamland with run
away horses, pretty girl and snow
so deep that a whole summer could not
have melted it.-IDetroit Free Press.
Method in His Madness,
'I'm going to give her this music