Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-02-01
"What can [ do for yoa., Miss Ransom9"

The asparagus and lettuce had been tied in neat bundles and packed in crates, which now filled the back of the wagon. Agnes took her place on the drivers seat and gathered up the reins with professional adroitness.
 "Get away, Burns," she cried, "and give him his headr" The whip was grasped firmly in her hand and her eye was clear and cool.
 "If he kicks" said John encouraging dlin wood, for his legs are that supple they'd go through a steel plate."
 ''He won't break the wagon until he has broken me-, said Agnes with smile showing her pretty teeth, even as rows of glistening white corn on the ear.
 "The wagons strong, miss, and the har- ness, and I've put on the curved bit. If you can't hold him you can let him run till the devil gets out of him. There's clear piece of road a mile long this side of Baldwin's."
 Agnes nodded and motioned to John to stand aside and gave Selim light fillip with the whip on his glossy back He turned his angry eye on her, reared, jumped, pranced and danced on his hind legs, made short, quick turn with the wagon back to the barn door, then, with lowered head, rushed like a thunderbolt, curving his beautiful neck and throwing out his legs in splendid style.
 "Look out!' shouted Agnes to Phemy as she flashed through the gate and be- gan to tear down the little hill to small bridge that crossed Willow creek below the sloping pasture and fringe of trees. Mrs. Burns had run out bareheaded and stood gazing as if transixed with horror.
 Shell get killed," she whispered, and looked at John and saw that he was quite pale under his coat of tan, reflect ing the color of her own face. Phemy had hid her face in her frock and was crouching down to shut out the dreadful sight.
 "I can't look" she muttered; II don't dast to-"
 The little bridge was without guards, save two rotten logs crossing the ends of the crazy blanks. Tho whole structure was about ten feet above the water and bed of irregular. sharp pointed rocks
 "Why don't you run, John Burns?'' said his wife hoarsely. You look as if you was froze stiff as an icicle."
 "What good would it do?" muttered John, running the words all together in his throat.
 Phemy looked up for an instant. The right hind wheel of the cart hung over the stream, and Selim was prancing and paving the air as he backed down to de- struction. They held their breath. Mrs Burns still clutched Johns arm.
 Phemys face was again buried in her frock when she heard Burns say: "Jim- miny, she's saved herself by a tight squeak. That's as nervy a gal as ever did see."
 Agnes had applied a smart cut to Selim's sensitive flesh, and the wild, ex- cited horse had sprung off the bridge into the road, wrenching away large piece of the rotten log in his course.
 ''Mercy to me, what is she doin now?' cried Mrs. Burns Would she dast to lay on the whip an thrash him within an inch of his life?"
 ''No," said John, "'pears to me she's singin. Seems like hear her voice way mp above the rattle of the wheels. She's safe enough now if she gives him his head and keeps in the road. But do see him tear as straight as an arrer WhewI What grit that gal has got-a regular chin of the old hlaclz"
 Ihe committee of arrangements iol the Philadelphia Academy of Natural Sciences Perry relief expedition will visit New York this week to negotiate for s vessel.
 Mrs. Hodspeth, wife of the leader oi the gang which robbed the train at Glen dale, Mo, Nov. 30. 1891, has confessed, showing the guilt of the four men ar rested.
 The Treasury Department has directed that drawback be allowed on the i'm ported steel used in the manufacture oi blows exported by A. R. Farquhar 6 Company.