The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1893-02-15

how much beer be l to have for my weddin'
portlon?' says she, for that's all l care
abont one way or t0ther.'
''Now Ouid Wounds looked at the
woman, an Ills to be thought he found her
eyeable. for he axed up sharp:
"'WouId zee kick over these two, an
marry me, for a bottle O. gimp
"'That would L.
"'An' to be called My Lady Countess O.
BeIlarmine?
'''Better and better
81 shall whack 'ee.'
~ don't care
81 shall kick an cuff an fog zee like
spaniel dog says he; by my body! l shall
make zee repent
''Give zee leave to try says she.
An that's how tn Earl o Bellarmine
courted his wife. He took her into the bar
an treated her to bottle O. gin on the spot.
AT O'Clock that eyenn' she tux hold of his
stirrup-ieather an walked beside en- afo0t.
up 20 Castle Cannick. Next day, their bans
were axed in church, and in dree weeks she
was My Ladyship.
Twas battle royal that began then.
Ould wounds dressed the woman up to the
mines an forced all the bettermost folk i
the county to pay their calls an treat her
IKE one o. the blood; and then, when the
proud guests stepped into their chariots
an druv away he'd fall to an lick her across
the shoulders WI his rdin'-whip TO break
III onld curmudgeon's life. do b'lieve; for
he'd found summat he cudn' tame in a
hurry. There was a noble pond afore the
house, i those days, WI urns and heather
gods around the brim. an twice he dragged
her through 1t IN her DlghtgOwn, I've Ee5rd,
an always dined wi pistol laid by his
plate, alongside knives an prongs, to scare
her. But not she!
AN next he tried to burn her in her bed
an that WASH no good.
AN last of all be fell i love wi her; an
that broke her.
Zone day-the tale goes-she made up
her mind an ordered shay an pair from
the Pack-horse. The position was to be
watln' by the gate o the deer park-tbe
only gate that hadn't a lodge TO tt at 10
O'clock that night. Twas past 9 afore
dinner was done, an she got up from her
end o the table an walked across to kiss
tn ould fellow. He, pom his side, smiled
on her, pleased as Punch; for twas little
more'n fortnpt since he'd discovered she
was the yapple of his eye She said good
things in bag, he Openn' the door and
shuttin' it upon her. Then he outs WI his
watch, waits couple o. minutes, and slips
out o the house.
"At five minutes to 10 comes my ladyshp,
gldn' over the short turf O. the deer park,
an glaneln' over her shoulder at the light
10 his lOrdship's libery window. Twas
burnin' in true watch-an' fear Dothin'
STYLE an there by the gate was the shay
and horses, and position, wrapped up and
Tapping his arms for warmth who touched
his cap and put down the steps for her.
Drive through Tregarrick,' says she,
an don't spare whipcord.'
Slam went the door, up climbed the pos
tllllon, an away they went like a house
aire. There was halfa-moon up an hoar
frost gaiherin', an my lady. leanin' back on
the cushions, could see the head and shout
0pTs OF the pOStiilinU hnh- bohhinp fill If
seemed his head must work loose and tum-
bic out OF his collar
The road they took, sir, is the same that
runs down the valley afore our very eyes.
An pom the brow OF. just when 1t comes in
sight, the of horse turned FESTIVE. In a
minute twas as much as the postboy could
ma done TO hold 'en. But he didn't try.
Instead. he fell to foggin' harder, workin'
his arm up an down like steam-engin'.
What the Jimmy are ZEE d0in? calls
out her ladyshlp-or words to that .effec'-
elntehln' al the side O. the shay, an tryin'
to stiddy herself
- thought | wasn't to spare whipcorG,'
calls back tie postboy.
An with that he turued i the saddle;
an twas the face o her own welded hus-
band. rs CHASTITY white as if t burned
Already the underground fires
Seem II, her joints were lOosed, an she
sat back white as he, an down over the
hill they swung at a breakneck gallop,
shay iuTchin' and stones fyin'.
/ About thirty yards from where we'm
settin', sir, Ould Wounds caught the rein
twice round his wrist and lean't back, slowly
pullin' it, till his face was slowed round
over his left shoulder an GRIMM in my
lady'S face.
AN that was the last look that passed
atween EN-. For now. feeling the wheels
on grass aud the end near he loosed the
rein aud fetched the horse he rode a cut
atween the ears-an' that's how twas"
concluded Seth. lamely.
Like most inferior narrators, he SHE'D at
tie big fence f1inched before the climax.
But as he ended flung short glance down.
ward al the birches and black water ana
took up my rod again with shver.
ARTHUR CUTLER CRAUCH.