The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1896-11-05

rate routes and tECn to meet ut the
edge Gf the forest, whore they could put
on their sunday co-;ume, which they
would bring with them tiGN up III "a
bundle. 80.
The two beuightrd old souls had
many a good laugh al the clever way in
which they would f0ol their tOrlncntOrs.
The day finally arrived, and early i'll
the morning Johannes started out, car
ryiug with him his Sunday dress, tied
up il IA bundle. Unfortunately he was
compelled to pass through the village
street. and here be Was accosted with
the inquiry hy one Of the young fellows
Of the village "wherc the postmaster
was gong ID SO early in the morning:'
"Oh," replied JOhanNos-and he tried
to lock dignified-'just peregrlnatlng
terra tirma." Johannes expected the big
words would aStoEiSh his ~tOrmontor,
bat the boy stuck to him and succeeded
in discovering that Johannes Sunday
coat was in the bundle. The villagers
were at one informed Of the fact, and
Johannes was followed at a distance by
one Of the boys. Soon Fla was seen w&d-
ulllS llIbGA! tllt NllIiS' street, ulSD
carrying a bundle, and the villagers
were BOW sure that something was about
to happen. Fla was followed, and was
seen to enter the forest. Here she met
Johannes, and both We're busy taking eff
their everyday dress. when, with a h0r-
rible yell, the entire population Of the
village was seen approaching. "L0uk
out for the wolvcs!' they cried. "They
are biting e~veryhody.' Fla and 10
names did not stand on ceremony. In
his flannel underwear, leaving his Sun
day dress behind. Johannes sprinted for
the village church. followed by Fla i'll
her red %petticoat, with the villagers
running behind them, yelling "Wolf!'
The minister was baptizing Abolid
Kristina's child, when the door to the
sacristy was burst open and Fla, breath
ing like a whale from her exertion, roll
ed in, followed by Johannes, bareheaded
and in his tlannels.
The minister and the baptizing party
were almost scared out Of their wits.
MY friends My friends Have You es-
capped from h~ighwaymen, or has the evil
spirit entered into you
"No,' said Fla, with the little voice
she could command sitter her rapid run
ming. "Be2ging the worthy pastor S par
don, no other spirit has entered in US
but to come here and request the worthy
pastor to read the banns over me and
Johannes next Sunday. But the villagers
say the wolves were after them, and l
have lost my Sunday dress, and Jo-
hannes'-and here Fla had to stop for
lack of breath, and Johannes tried to
crawl under a table to hide himself.
The minister was not slow to see the
joke and understand the situation. Re-
pressing as far as possible his inclination
to laugh, he requested Fla and Johannes
to approach his table, and addressed
them on the sanctity of matrimony.
When the pastor went home to his din
ner, he and his sexton had a good laugh
at probably the oldest pair of lovers ever
to appear before a minister.
And as for the village people, they
yelled and cried and hurrahed until Jo-
names. as he later confided to Fla over
e tumbler of something refreshing,
"had never in his life been so extempo-
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pected every minute "to be stricken with
obfuscation. From the Swedish.
Peter Backed Out.
A New Orleans letter to the Philadel-
phia Press contains an account of "a
singular adventure that befell a Louis
lana boy, Peter Sykes by name, who
drives milk cart for his father. He
was on the road about sunrise, pretty
dozy and perhaps sleeping a little, when
a sudden jolt shook him wide awake.
Instantly he became aware Of a hOr-
rible thing. BY some unaccountahle
means Il big rattlesnake had foGnd it.
way into the cart, and was wrapped
about the neck Of one Of the large milk
cans. The fellow looked as if he We're
all ready to strike. That was an awful
moment for Peter.
The cart was a tight little box of q
place. The two cans filled up the front,
and the drivers seat was well in the
rear. A covering of black oilcloth shut
the boy in. There was a narrow door
space on either side, to be sure, but as
it happened Peter had fastened down
both the flaps to keep out the morning
chill.
1t would not do to stop the cart, lest
the suddep jar should hasten the snake
movements. A flash Of thought, like an
inspiration, came to the boy. With his
eye still fixed on the reptile. he drew
his knife from his pocket and whipped
the blade across the tight oilcloth be,
hind him, making a wide cash. Then
shouting "Whoa!' to the horse, he let
go the reins and dropped headforemost
out of the cart.
Luckily the horse stopped, and a po-
liceman who happened along at the mo
, ment helped Peter to kill the snake.
According to the story, the fellow meas,
ured 4 feet and carried ten ~rattles.
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