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

JEkRl.
Jerry drove out of Mrs. Harng's yard, his
fine, honest face, which had been rather hot
when he stopped at Mrs. Haring's kitchen
door and sounded his gong, still brightly and
becomiugly flushed, Jerry drove a first class
butchers wagon for the first class German
butcher in Wcstwood, three miles away
When Susy Marsh, who was Mrs Haring's |
neat, capable kitchen treasure, had come to
tho door, she was rosy also. She did not
change color when the Westwood baker came
along, though he was young, and much ad-
mirel her. But at sight of jerry she was apt
TO flush up
And it had been rather worse since last
Saturday night, when Jerry, going home,
had oYcrtaken her tramping along toward
her own home, two miles toward Westwood,
to see her mother till morning, and had taken
her in and driven her to her very door. And
he had found that she went home nearly
every Saturday night, and-well
Jerry touched up his horse, whisting.
| What had she said! Only that she would take
t0LL erloin roast about SIX pounds. But ne
had her blue eyes and her pretty, ladylike
ways to think about; and think of them he
did, almost grinninS in his contentment. And
when Cooley, the young Westwood baker,
came up alongside of him and began to talk,
he wished him in Texas.
Cooley eyed him. Truth was that when,
delivering his rolls at Mrs. HaringS, he had
offered Susy broad compliment along with
them, she had frowned and disappeared
g; sharply.
Hello jerry" he said "Been to see your
girl, jerry! Well, she's mighty pretty.
guess you amt the only one thinks 50. Reck-
on not Gibbs thinks 50, for one You know
Gibbs!'
Jerry didn't
CLERKS in the shoe store down to West
wood, said Cooley, and Jerry identified him.
He was a rather large mouthel young fellow,
who wore a red nuclitie and spotted collar
and cuffs.
Yes sir, said Cooley Hes right up to
snuff, and any fellow that's after his girl bet
ter look ont. Looks as though he was bound
to get little Susy."
"You speak of her the way you ought tor
said Jerry, sternly, though his heart felt like
lead.
"Oh, all right" said Cooley. Jerry was a
SIX footer). Miss Susy, then. He's bound
to have Miss Susy, and don't you forget it.
/, What do you say to drive in Il brand new
buggy behind a fast trotterl That's what he
give her-lemme see; yep, Saturday night
two weeks ago, twas. He was driving her to-
ward home lickety-split- goes home Sat
urlay nights, you know"
"Lickety-splt; saw 'em," said Cooley,
1 "Having a first rate time they was, too,
Guess you better step down, Jerry, my boy.
t Guess you got a pretty slim chance; that's
| my opinion" said Cooley, almost hugging
himself.
a lie would have continued, but Jerry, rather
= ashy hued and wild eyed, turned his horse ur
/ another road, with dash. 1t would take
, him two miles out of his way, but it was hi
4 only course; he knew that il Cooley said an
: other word he should knock him off his seat.
f Poor Jerryl He stared at fences and hay
= stacks without seeing them, and nearly wen
d into the ditch.
e Poor Jerry! Already he had, almost with
S out his own knowledge, made timid littl
plans for the dim future-plans over whicl
IS his heart had thrilled, and now thrilled witt
e misery as he wretchedly relinquished then
IS all.
IF Pretty Yes, she was, and the dearest gil
is under the sun; tnd was it likely that nobod
h had observed it but himseff He, an awk
N ward, six foot BOBBY, who was too bashful t
s meet her pretty eyes! And Mr., Gibbs, VIII
Is drove the fine cquipago and had smooth an
II easy ways, if he did talk loud-she liked hin
- of course, and of course she would marry hin
And be wouldn't trouble her again; 81
dreaded him now, probably. Never agall
But, OH! had any fellow ever got his heal
~ quito so near broken!
"Mein cratOuslN the German butcher eJa
S ulated at sight of him, Cherry, vat for yo
er look so queer and know nodings"
E Jerry gave u husky laugh.
Is "Tm all right now, Mr. Schultz" he sal,
he Fifteen dollars and twelve cents I've take
nc in, sir"
10 "Got your rubbers and waterproof al
umbrella, Susy2' said Mrs. Haring lookil
ce into the kitchen as Susy was starting Satu
e- day night. "lm afraid it's going to ra
Ii again"
n at had rained for two days, but there W
en- a little break in the clouds tonight, and Su
he was started home bithely. Mrs. Harm
IL looked at her shrewdly
"It's muddy, Susy," she said. "lf som
ce body should come along in market wag'
at and give YOU lift WE'LL remember, Sus
| what I've always Sull-JluG IL yOu StV nag
he ried to suit mo- I'll give you n good parlor :
,rl that very day"
- The mud was bad, and puddles frequer
and there was new cloud visible. But Su
tripped along cheerfully.
Now and then she looked back. 1t must
- nearly time for him. She would be glad VIII
he did come, because of the mud-only
~ cause of the mud, Of course. And tbs brids
- further on, she had heard that the water hi
crossed it, and what should she do if lie did
H. come alonsl And altogether she look
bright and happily expectant as she went.
to That cloud would break in a minute, s
was sure 1t must be almost time for hi
Was that "a rattle nowl Yes, and it Y
Jerry; it was his red lettered wagon and
.bo sleek horse, and he was coming fast.
,he Susy walked on-she could not well st
and wait-with risen color and hutter
to heart
,it Alas and alasl the butchers wagon ca
on, and Jerry with it, and Susy raised
beaming face, with ner frankest smile, q
one Jerry took Off his hat and lowered his he'
1t but that was all.
5 IN He drove on-on past heron down
ous muddy road, and left her standing the
ing for, in her hurt establishment, she stood ste
ng still, with candid stare.
,ioh Then she walked on briskly. Mrs. Harir
efficient young manager was not the girl