Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1894-04-06
HOW SHE ELOPED.

The first time ! ever saw MOllie
she was hanging out the clothes on
Monday morning, No. a. was go.
ing along pretty lively through the
outskirts If a little farming town
that lay next to the one where our
trip ended. l had often noticed the
farmhouse. This morning | saw
a young girl come out of the green
side door with a basket of clothes,
"Hard pull that for young one,
says l to myself and took another
look at her.
She had on some kind of a blue
frOck, with the sleeves rolled up,
and her hair was brown, shining
goldlike in the sun as she bent to
the basket now OH the ground and
drew out a sheet and began to put
il on the line.
Well, p'raps You wouldn't believe
it, sir, I1t kept thinking about
the girl all dav, and when l made
MY return trip stared with all my
might at the clothes hanging there
But they just tapped back, kind
of disdainful, and l didn't catch g
glimpse of what wanted to see.
was making then a round TRIP
and half a day, so staid every
other night in Ches bOrO, the town
next that IN which my girl in blne
lived.
Well, that being my ChewborC
evening, l walked SIX miles and
back to pass The cid gray farm
house.
saw her, too, for as | was sit
ting on the stone wall opposite the
house resting and specializing as
to who she was she came to the
window and looked out at the
moon.
All the next day l kept thinking
how pretty she looked with bel
arms raised to bank the sheet, an(
bow the light glistened on her hair
and how she had leaned forward
to look up at the moon, and tha'
night-that was my Boston nigh
Il spent in rescuing her from the
coils tf a boa constructor, only t.
find her the next minute in danger
of being crushed by freight car
The heroic acts performed tba
night would make a volume.
The next day, on my second trip
| thought | caught a glimpse o
that blue gown flying around
corner. Says to myself:
This thing must stop, Sam, O
you'll be getting into trouble SOM
day. You'll be forgetting to SLOW
up over that trestle, and there'il b
blg headlines in the paper. 'O1inI
to the Carelessness of the EDgiuee
a Score of Souls Hurled Int
Eternityr
"No,' says !, this wen't dc
Either the girls worth trettlu
about or she amt, and best thin
for you to DO, Sam, is to find on
which right off,
SO that evening at supper
opened kinder gently with thelaLC
lady.
"Good farming country rOln'
here says /. You see, | hadn'
been on that branch very long, E
the remark seemed natural eno1gl
"Um," says Mrs. Grubb, hard a
work on a piece Of beefsteak to sc
a good example to the boarders.
~ notice some fine trees alon
by Chewboro," "says I, meDtionin
the town where my blue girl live'
WUm,' from the landlady, agal
hard at work.
"There's oneespeclallJ madison
one in front of an old house beyon
the trestle on the tight; ever motto
it ?" says | as carelessly as | coul'
but waiting quite breathless for h
answer.
"Deacon Stackpole's, yes"
"Stackpole Y 4 repeated alou
'T used to know some Stackooles
which was true. enough, only tht
we're two young kids in the poo
house down in Maine. "Stackpol
StackpoleI What's the deacon
family ~
"Nothing but his Wife and gran
: daughter
i "Ob, yes" says l, quite careles