Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1893-09-25
THE FLIGHT or WILLIAM.
He Didn't Propose to Have That Knot
Tied 10 He Could Help 1t.

| Tied III he Could Help 1t.
| 1t was a farmers wagon, and in it was
| the farmer, wife and daughter and young
man of about -. He had long hair and
| dreadfully homesick expression of counte-
| nance As he sat beside the girl on the seat
his back was bumped up, and his eyes
seemed to stare into vacancy. The girl had
! red hair and complacent look. The out
fit drove up to the Michigan avenue en-
trance to the city hall, and the farmer
| turned to the young man and said
| Come, Williamson get "A license right
| in here"
II don't wanterr' replied the young man
! as the hump in his back got up and bumped
itself a little more.
But you've got to. You asked Sary to
have you over year ago, and don't pro-
pose to have any more foolin around
1T hain't right by Sary," added the
mother
| Hes backed out three times" put in
Sarah as she looked carelessly around and
chewed vigorously on quid of gum
| Put Ter off till Christmas, - pleaded Will
| liam, with one foot over the side of the
wagon.
Not burned put!' stoutly replied the
father. You 90 in and git that license!
If they want any of us, you come to the
door and boiler"
IF you didn't want Sary, what did you
| ask her fur?" demanded the mother.
"Hain't she good huff fur you? Hain't we
as good as the Beebes? I'd like to know if
we hain't."
Il could hey married somebody else"
| said Sarah, with toss of her head IF any,
| body don't want to marry me, don't want
| to marry them. If he wants to funk, let
him do itr'
''Sary, you shet up!" exclaimed the ia
| Their. I'm runnin this ERE marriage biz
ness myself, rs is my duty to. When Teller
has spanked my gal fur three years-when
he's sot in my parlor every blamed night
| fur IL months-when he's sot the weddin
| day three or four times hisself and backed
water every time, then l take hand and
| ask him what he means"
| Cant | wait month";" asked William
as he stood on the hub of the wheel.
Not a blamed minitl You git that Ii
| censei That's what you agreed to do last
night, and that's what you come to town
| fur today"
| William dropped TO the curbstone, shook
some of the hump out of his back and toiled
| up the steps and disappeared within the
| building. Sarah chewed gum and looked
| at the street cars, while the old folks
| watched for William and talked about the
| wedding. Half an hour passed, and the
man became nervous. At the end of an
! other Is minutes he jumped down and en-
| tered the building. To n policeman in the
| corridor he said:
I'm a-lookiu fura lop shouldered, hump
backed Teller about % years old, who had
on gray suit. lie come in here fur a mar
! riage license"
How long ago."
Purity nigh an hour"
Il met him on the Fort street side. Yes.
l remember him. He simply passed down
the corridor and out of that door"
How was he LOOKING"
Rather pale and wild"
And breathin hard?"
''Yes"
And glancin behind him?"
'Yes-lOoking over his shoulder"
And what sort of gait did he have?"
Almost on run"
''Flunked agin, by thunderl'' exclaimed
| the father as he struck the wall a hard
| blow
How fiunked?" queried the officer.
why, he's shook my gal, beat the ole
| woman and bilked me, and was probably
| safe in Canada half an hour agol think
| I'll go down to the river and look across.
| Mebbe I'll see William on the furreign
shore, and if / do l want to make a few
| moshuns at him. / want to make a mo-
shun of pickin him up and moppin him over
| 10 acres of plowed ground, and then breakin
| him in two across my knee and THROWN
| the pieces into the hogpen | turn to the
| left and keep right down, don't /? Thanks.
| William, I'm onto thee bigger'n a housen'
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