The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-01-02

cracked, quivering notes Of the horn arose
above the buzz of conversation.
Bow yer partnerS-cOrnerS, cried the
leader. And the young man sat down on the
stump in disgust
why. it's dead easy. Yer see, this 'eres
only plain quadre-li. Youse orter see one
seh s e. rs "a ady on he
like they done at the big weddin, up at
Bunkertown three years s ago, these ne hi, Is
I've seen EN- do it. an I've ben practicin'.
All you'll hev ter do is mind me-"
And so the following dance found the pair
on the platform among the first The girl
trembling. blushing and self-conscious, the
young man. self-conscious, but triumphant
bow Yer partners cried the floor mas
ter when the orchestra had started its
Down went the gray poke bonnet. down
went the great derby. and a smile 2. OF JOY
Swing yer partners"
The great arms went around the plump
for form rn ff9g It on IT'S repece h hs bre
on the floor bowed, smiled and whispered,
Amt ct grand?'
The young woman in blue satin gave a
slight scream that was metamorphosed into
giggle as she felt herself swung through
toward whom she had careeneds Her part
ner. one of the young city men with high
silk hat, grinned and whispered in her ear,
.'Oat cake"
Leads rad an backr'
plump hand and bounded forward. bowling
and twisting. his free arms gesticulating in
unison with his legs and feet He was in it
now in the thick Of the dance; in it with
his whole heart. Whenever there was any
dozy-doughing to be done William was
with them; when Ladies to the Center!''
was called he was there; In every Grand
chain he turned the wrong way; he
gripped the ladies' hands until they inward
ly groaned; he tramped on and crushed the
patent-leather pumps of the young city
man, and in response to a muttered some
thing smiled his unconcern, bolted back TO
his corner and swung his partner and whis-
peered Amt A. it grand The young women
quaintances in the next set; the forward
youth in the bicycle costume talked about
road sweepers and the cfty young man
said: "Oat cake"
But the young Dunkard was unconscious
of IT all to the broke p ehf the
Swing yer partners, baWled the Hoor
manager.
scuff1ing, caught in crack and over he
went, his partner clasped tight in his arms,
There was blood on the big boulder and
a cash in Williams scalp when he was
picked up a moment later and carried down
to the spring The doctors poured water
over him and bandaged up his head, and
when he recovered his senses he found
himself the center of all eyes.
His first glance fell upon the white face
of Mary Kuckenbach, who, seated on a
stump, weeping nedrtuy, despite the
efforts of a large crowd of sympathzing
women to allay her fears. He looked up
and his eyes met those of the-young Wom-
an in blue satin. who was looking down on
him, and he saw her giggle, and turn and
speak to the crowd. He thought that he
noticed high silk hat and heard the word
''oat-cake,'' and then and there he resolved
to return and never again depart from the
quiet ways of his fathers.
They drove home in the early evening.
William Larker and Mary Kuchenbach. And
they had crossed the last ridge and were
looking out over the broad valley toward
the dark mountains at the foot of which
lay their homes when the first word was
spoken
The girl looked at her companion and
said: ''Be-el amt dancin' dang rous?"
The young man cut the mare with the
whip, blushed, and with much confusion, re-
piled: 'Yais, kinder. But--but-Im sorry /
drug you off tn platform like thet.''
She covered her mouth with her hand and
giggled. William just saw the corner of
one of her eyes she looked up at him
from under the gray bonnet, and replied:
'Oh, didn't min that. Eft was jes' lovely
/ tell we hit
The mare swerved to one side toward the
fence and the driver seized the rein he had
dropped and pulled her back into the beaten
track. Then the whip fell from his hands
and he stopped and clambered down into
the road and recovered it, But when he
regafned his seat in the buggy he wrapped
the reins twice around the whip, and the
intelligent beast trotted home unguided.
New York Evening Sun.