The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1894-07-05

be wholly subdued even by calamity such :
as this.
Pshawl it was plain enough. She wasn't |
the only girl he sold meat to, and he had seen
somebody he liked better. That was all, and |
he was thinking that it was time she knew it |
Tum-tum-tetum.
She hed her head up and hummei tune
1t was beginning TO sprinkle and she was
glad of it. 1t would give her something to |
think about She raised her umbrella aud
logged along with emphatic step
1t was more than sprinkling--it was rain
ing hard. Big drops cracked on her umbrella
aud dripped from it,
| But her chief interest lay in the butchers
wagon. 1t had ratified into yard and hadn't
come out, and she was anxious to get ahead
of it. Then she would march on stifily when
he repassed her, and not even look at him
again
| 1t was pouring now Her umbrella was of
small use; she was getting wet from head to
foot, and the mud grew deeper with every
step
And, oh, dear! there was the bridge, and it
was under-two good inches under. She
wished she had waited under the tree, drop
ped into a house-anything- now
Jerry would see her splashing over the sub
merged planks, us splash she would, for she
wouldn't ride now if he should beg her on his
| kneesl
What a time! Her mother wasn't expecting
her, either. She knew in her wounded heart
that she had come principally because of Ger.
tain expectations, and she despised herself
Was she going to cryl Not if she knew iti
Here was the bridge, and behind came that
dreadful rattle of wheels, and she grasped
her skirts and, almost shutting her eyes in
her shivering distaste, stepped on the water
covered bridge.
A plank in tho middle was. still visible and
she made for it, splashing along fast. What
was crackingl Mercy was the bridge giving
way? Yes, or one board of it4 Her cropping
foot went suddenly through, and she fell for
ward.
She was so faint with fright that nothing
was clear to her for a good three minutes, and
then she found herself perched high, though
not dry, on the seat of Jerry's wagon, safe on
the other side of the bridge with Jerry's
: handkerchief hopping her white face, Jer
; RVS coat around her wet FORM and Jerry's
arm tight around the coat; and Jerry was
talking to her
Don't look sol You amt going to diet
hain't killed you'll Oh, Susy, Pm sorry-Pn
awful sOrryl | don't care who you like OF
who likes you, | hadn't ought to got mac
enough to let you tramp along alone in the
rain. Oh, want a pounding Pm going tt
J, get some fellow to give me one. Oh, Susy
! don't! You didn't get hurt, did voua Ga
Susy, how sweet you look Lord, VIVA
wouldn't give to be hml"
Mrs, Haring's capable manager sat W
a straight--against Jerry's arm.
a "Be who!" she demanded, sharply.
a "Why, Gibbs" said Jerry ITS Gibbs 20,
Q like, amt itF'
4 ITS Gibbs like, is it9" said Susy, ndig
nantly; and now she broke down in earnest
(, and fell to crying in Jerry's handkerchief
Gibbs! Why, just hate him! He's goini
|. to marry Sally Porter, up our way, and Tn
4 sorry for her, that am! He overlook m
h the other night, going home, Mr. Gibbs did
Il and | had to let him take me in; but, m
goodness | thought, what with his perfun
r cry and his loud tongue, he'd kill me.
| nevcr"-
:. "Thatll do" said Jerry, but he whispered
" "That'S plenty, Susy. I'm going to thras
Cooley, though, cause he knew better.
you don't like Gibbs, Susy, who do you like
+ Doyou like mel Say you do, even if you dom
, Susy, cause couldn't stand itl''
', And Susy, with her damp head presse
II well against Jerry's pounding heart, did sa
yes. And got sound kiss for it, too.
% Cooley was forced to apologize. And whe
t. Schultz took Jerry into partnership, yea
ID later, he and Susy got the parlor set-Emm
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