The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-09-23
A WASHERS BAD LUCK.
The Country Violet who Captured His
S~usceptible Heart.

The Country Violet Who Captured HE
Susceptible Heart.
81 never see a time-card of the Michi-
gan Central railroad without wanting
to kick myself all around a ten-acre
lot" said the man with the pock-
marked face as we waited in the depot
at Buffalo.
ibid the stock go down on you?
"Stock had nothing to do with 1T.
Fifteen years ago l made Detroit my
headquarters while selling wagons and
buggies for a house down in Ohio. !
used to run out to Ann Arbor, Ypsilan-
ii, Plymouth and other towns very fire.
quently. 1 was a single man then,
wore good clothes and thought myself
a successful masher. On n of my
trips l saw a stunning-looking girl at
a flag station a few miles west of Ann
Arbor. l smiled at her from the win
dow and l thought she returned
it. Three days later l saw her
again, and hat time l was sure | made
a mash. Her father was a cripple, I
believe, and she helped run the station.
lots of cans about"
"'Well?'
81 decided to go out from Detroit and
| complete the mash. In fact. / sort o.
fell in love with that country violet.
Bright and early one morning | sailed
down to the depot, ~ensconced myself in
a coach and away | went in search OF
my charmer. It had never occurred to
me to see whether the train stopped
there or not. 1t was an express, and
/ found out from the conductor, when
only two miles away that it didn't
stop"
And SO you had to go on?'
"And so 1 didn't! You can judge for
yourself what an ass l was when l tell
you that l decided to jump from that
train. / figured that it would slack
up a bit at the station and that l was
smart enough to land right-end up.
I went to the rear car, got down on the
lower step and just after we passed
the station l made my jump. don't
think the speed slackened a bit, in fact
l have always believed the engineer
putabout ten miles an hour extra. l
knew the ground was level, but l for
got about the thistles and hazel bushes.
1 thought possibly l might fall down,
but the idea of a calamity never en-
tered my blooming head"
Then there was a calamity
Il should gurgle.. In fact, l do CUR
gle. have been gurgling for fifteen
long years and l shall cease to gurgle
only when the spark of life has been
teetotally extinguished. When struck
the ground / started to run. All of a
sudden / went head over heels over
the ditch into the bushes and thistles.
l dimly realized hat | was turn
ing h~andsprings and cartwheels
and somersaults by the dozen. but
| was helpless in the matter. All at
once the lights went out, the curtain
came down and it was ten hours before
l knew anything again. A farmer had
picked me up and carried me home.
The bushes had licked all my clothes
off, and the thistles and bushes had cut
my face as you see
"Why, haven't you had smallpox
Never! Got these marks then and
there. I've forgotten how many mil
lion thistlestings the doctors extracted.
but they never got 'em all. My whole
body suffered the same way. Aside
from this l got a broken leg and was
laid up for nearly four months"
"And the girl-the country v~iolet?.'
That's the cap-sheaf, stranger.
While | was cart-wheeling through
those bushes she was being married tc
a strapping young farmer at her ia.
theirs house. Lordy. But what a fool
a man can make of himself in this old
state of michigan when he puts on
steamr"-Detroit Free Press.