The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1895-10-08
ON HORSEBACK.
Wiggieswsrth Tries 1t and BIAmes HiA
Wife For the ResuIt.

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Wife For the Result.
"The minister's wife was here this aft
ernoon," said Mrs. Wiggles worth.
HHumph" grunted Mr.. Wigglesworth.
"What kind of a show is she getting up
now to help raise her husbands salary?'
They're going OF little family picnic
to Pine hill tomorrow" Mrs. Wiggles-
worth continued hestitatingly, land want
rs to go with them. 1 told them would
ask you, but didn't think you'd care to
co.
''That's itp' cried Mr. Wigglesworth,
jabbing his knife savagely into biscuit.
Try to keep me out of all the fun you
can. Keep Wigglesworth tied up in the
Office earning money SO you can swell
around in society wearing clothes-that's
the way. hate such selfishness'
''She said,' Mrs. Wigglesworth went
on, that 1 could ride in the carryan with
them, and that they would borrow Mr..
Bimley's horse for you to ride-if-if you
thought you-you COULD she added
doubtfully.
Thought I could?" echoed Mr.. Wig
ellsworth scornfulIy ''Why not? Amt
as well able to ride horse as any of
your family? 1t may be some time since
was on a saddle, but I don't have to
have none of you nor your ministers to
show me how
N01SHDOfS 1OOkiQ2 OUT OIL WluuOWS u0AO
morning saw Mrs. Wigglesworth loading
into the carriage, along with the minister
and his wife, three baskets, four children
and other concomitants of family picnic.
"Rejoiced to see you, Brother Wiggles-
WORTH, y exclaimed the minister heartily
as Mr.. Wigglesworth came down the walk.
Mature is unusually propitious for our
little outing, and our hearts should sing
with gladness. -
edged where's my horse?''
At that instant a boy appeared towing
a long, gaunt animal once white in color,
with little wisp of name and a tail of
bobbish character. He was a horse who
held up his head and regarded the world
with suspicion.
"WhoaP shouted Mr.. Wigglesworth as
loudly as he cared to with the minister
present. 'Why don't We hold the horse
stiIl?'' he said savagely to the boy at the
end of the bride.
"How kin hold her still?' retorted the
boy, about whom the horse now went re-
volving, closely followed by Mr.. Wiggles-
worth. "Git on her back, an she'll stand
still
Don't ye give me any of your sarse, -
said Mr.. Wigglesworth, glaring at the
boy. 'Whoa-whoa, good hossyI'
Several times Mr.. Wig9lesworth got
eOo III IIC Sl1rfuD, Dub b1l0 1uSbcbLU ne Is
sayed to lift himself the horse would flaunt
his little bud of q tail and skip kittenishly
away, while Mr. Wigglesworth would
come heavily to the ground, and the boy
at the end of the bride would feel his
arms yanked out of their sockets. When
this performance had been repeated for the
twentieth time, they gave heed to the ad-
vice which Mrs. Wigglesworth had for sew
eral minutes been earnestly promulgating.
she said, and the minister, solicitous for
the success of the picnic dinner, went and
got it.
Now he suggested, 'sperhaps I can
assist you, Brother Wigglesworth. If you
will stand in the chair, the boy and I will
push the horse up to you, and doubtless
you can then mount with ease.
1t WASH a very horsemanlike proceed
ing, but the forenoon was wasting, and
Mr.. Wigglesworth, with a hot, red face,
angrily agreed to it.
t'I'u take it out OF him when get him
on the road, - he muttered, with an awful
air of revenge, as he stood up in the chair.
1t was a successful maneuver. Thanking
the gaunt steed, the minister pushed him
gently toward the waiting Wigglesworth,
who slipped a leg over the saddle before
the astonished animal realized the conf
dence game that was being played upon
ulHl- uSb al blidU luSGaEb MIS-. hlggIcS-
worth had climbed out of the carriage in
an earnest desire to lend assistance. Fling
ing his head around with little gust of
disappointment, the horse saw her close
upon him waving her parasol and with a
loud snort he waltzed across to the opposite
sidewalk, Mr.. Wigglesworth clutching
wildly at his scanty mane and poking his
feet lnadly about in vain search of the
stirrups.
hot 1oiz I,o 1o5 bo
fluttered 1Servously against the fence.
"What kind of fool you trying to act out
this time?'
81 didn't mean to do anything" an
swered Mrs. Wigglesworth, abashed and
frightened. 81 was only going to help,
and the horse saw me and-and jumped"
well, what We expect?' cried Mr.. Wig
ellsworth angrily. ''What We s'spose he'd
do when he saw you? Wonder he hadn't
dashed my lungs out on telephone pole
get out-keep away, can ye?' he yelled
as his wife came nearer, uttering some
coaxing phrases and putting out a hand
to soothe the agitated beast
"Whoa, good little hossy!'' she said in
| sugary tones.
Get away!" shouted Mr. Wigglesworth
as the horse, unwon by these blandish-
ments, ground his riders leg against q
fencepost What ye doing with that
blamed old red umbrella Put it up, can't
yep
There are many inscrutable things in
this life, and Mr.. Wigglesworth always has
maintained that his wife is one of them.
When he shouted for her to put up the red
| sunshade that she was nervously flutter-
ing in her hand, she put it up. Only she
| did it the other way. AS its circular form
! famed forth with a cracking noise the
gaunt steed already overwrought with
the confusion and loud shouting, gathered
his feet under him and bolted around the
| corner.