Arizona republican., 1892-08-26

lay imbedded in the mud and reare their heads like gaunt. devouring alli gators waiting for their prey.
 At high water the boats would hay cleared them easily, but now they lurke' a hidden death beneath the throbbini water
 Suddenly Hunt Ashly's boat sho ahead, daring the warning snags.
 Mailman, what do you mean? If Tiff is so cheap, you're welcome to the deatl you covetl Jean, come into my boat, command you." and Hunts voice had , ring in it Jean had never heard before
 "Command, indeedr' shouted Phil hoarsely. You are pretty richl, freighted. What more would you hayef
 Jean"
 Then the two bright glancing ooat clashed, and over they turned, and witt two tremendous cries, "Hunti" "phil' down among the driftwood the two couples went, but together-for Han had sprang to Jean and Phil to Boss and both were battling fo- the viz covered banks.
 As each one deposited his dripping load safely under the low spreading trees, an embarrassed silence fell on tn, quartet.
 Hunt was the first to break it.
 ''l say. Phil, there has been a con founded mistake somewhere. Thes, girls have been playing us a nice game ! truly"
 No such thing. It wasn't us" anC Bess' face rivaled the trumpet flower, over her head.
 Well get the boats righted now, ant settle that question later" and, with $ wicked laugh in his eyes, Phil walked off to where his painted Bess was roi licking, bottom upward, among tn, vines and creepers.
 It did not take twenty minutes to gel the tipsy shells afioat.
 With the airs of "conquering heroes the young men stood by their respective crafts.
 Choose your boats, young ladiesV
 Indignant chorus under the trees:
 "To say men don't take advantage Oh, this is too muchl To make uf choose! How meanr
 A whispered colloquy: "Bess, you choose first"
 "Oh, no! Jean, you choose"
 The young men stood regarding them with owlish gravity.
 "You will catch cold if you do mol ! hasten" from the boats.
 "They might save our pride. I'm aw fully chilly, Bess." (Sneeze.)
 "So am l, ohl" (Two-three sneezes.
 Then MT. Hunt Ashly, with horrible visions of cold and catarrh, walked ur to Miss Jean Inslow and prisoning the two little hands in one of his, and en circling the drenched, trembling little figure, kissed her flower face aflame.
 "Now will you conner"
 "Yes, Hunt" And Weakness walked obediently to her cookie shell namesake
 "l wouldn't have done it, Bess," mur. mured Phil, after he had performed the same operation, "if you had come your. self"
 Miss Weakness Number Two followed the lead of Weakness Number One, but gave one last feminine claw.
 And tomorrow was come. and Bess tripped over to see Jean.
 Marvellous, what friends these two had become! There was never such a thing in the world as cold-neverl
 Hem! have you seen anybody todayY'
 "No. Have you seen some one?"
 No Qntelligible very.l "Oh, there's yours at the gate"
 "Oh. and yours up the road"
 
 Phil and have concluded on a double wedding tomorrow. We've waited as long as we intend to wait, and I've bespoken the parson for l2 tomorrow; so, Jean, put your hands in mine-you don't hate me now, do you?- and tell me my wife will make my tea tomorrow evening""
 And pretty, coquettish Jean said "Yes."
 Coquettes make the most submissive wives, they say, and, moreover, she said a great many other foolish things to that big, enraptured fellow, who fell down, tiguratively speaking, and kissed the prints of her tiny boots
 And Phil and Bess under the amber Tipped jasmine bower had their own lit tie explanations.
 "You said you would never ask me again, Phil. You swore it."
 And did l, sweetheartT
 Moo; but somehow"- But somehow did, didn't I? Bless those deathly old snags"-a sound which generally follows the meeting of four hps-"Did you know that Hunt and Jean are going to be married tomorrowY' "lmpossible!"
 But they are, for heard them ask the parson; and, Bess, asked the par son too, and the parsons wife heard us. and she's the veriest old gossip, you know, and it's all over the village by this time; and here's the ring, and won't risk any more delays"
 And the ring fitted so nicely, and was so becoming to the little brown hand that Bess said well, if Jean did. she would. And Jean did, and so Bess did. -C. Il. in New York News.
 A Good Word for the Coyote.
 The hanging look of the coyote as he