Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1896-10-08

ly, at which she laughs back. never
returned er greetin' of Good mornin',
Dick l wus too mad.
81 thought the bloomin' day would
never be over, an everything seemed
to go wrong. The little gel wot alwus
brought my dinner never turned up as
usual. The coppers seemed as con-
trairy as they could be, and their con-
tinual Figher up, theer' got my ire
up, I can tell yer. It's a puzzler to
me 'ow I kept away from the drink. l
believe must ave give way, if the
thought o meetin 'er at night for
full explanation 'adn't kept me orr it.
I wanted to be cool an calm.
"At larst, arter wot seemed like an
age, sees er approachin', an nerves
meself for the interview. l 'elped 'er
perlitely up by my side, an as soon as
she got settled she says, We'll, Dick,
you do look black, an no mistake.
Who's been a-rubbin' yer the wrong
road?'
You'll pardon me, miss, | retorts
sarcastically, tryin' to control my IN
iured feelin's, but l never allows any
one to rub me the wrong road, or any
road at all for that matter. If theer $
any rubbin' to be done l does it my
self. See?'
"She looks up at me artfully, an
says: Now you're in temper. Well,
tell your little Rosie wot's sgive yer the
'ump, like a good boy
"'You know we'll wots the matter,
1 ierked out, my temper at larst gethn
the best on me. i want to know the
reason of your unladylike conduct o
this .a5raia' Now don't yer try yer
prevaricatin lodges WV me. cav
yer along o that miserable, sneakln
idiot, Sam Flynn. l kept the bus
waitin' fer yer ten minits over time,
an yer never came. You'll understand
me, wunce an fer all, I'm not the bloke
as you can play wiz any road; If you
try them tricks wiv me, it's orr, right
orf Dyer carp
"'Well, never she exclaimed, wiv
'erpretty eyes opened wide in astonlsh-
ment well, you are silly kid. Why,
l wus Just a-goin' ter tell yer, muvyer
'ad one of 'er bad turns this mornln
an I couldn't leave er till she got all
right, an that's wot frewed me late,
an Just becos Mr. Flynn perlltely asked
me to sit on the box wi him comm up,
ere you flies ont ina beastly temper
wy I've good mind never to speak
to yer agen. Anybody would think as
| couldn't do jus wot I've a mind to
Well. wot next should like to know?
An she turned 'er artful cad away an
began to look in the shop wlnders.
"'Er muvver badl That wus the rea'
son she didn't turn up-an' then II
struck me as | wus a fool, bloomln
Jealous fool, as didn't ought ter ave
the privilege of woman S company; SC
| murmured, shame-facedly, Rosie
I'm an idiot. l arsks yer pardon, but
I've been nearly druv OFF me nut ter.
day. Will yer please fergive me? an
the arm wot wus disengaged-she was
a-sittin' wheer you are now, sir-wu'
gently passed round 'er waist, an
gives 'er nice little 'ug. She looks uI
at nv face wiv 'er laughin' eyes, an
SAYS, 'Corse l fergives yer, Dick I! an
she snuggles upa bit closer to my side
"Just as luck would ave it, at this
momant nm comes Sam FLYNN on i,
bus, an we wus both stopped to droI
passengers wivin Eve yards of each
other.
"'strike me, pink, yelled Sam, in
sultingly, 'theer's a face. It's good
job you're behind them old 'osses' OIL
theer'd be big danger o their drop
pin down dead, an e winked mean
ingly at Rosie by my side.
"Hullo, 929 7 Iretorts, coolly; ave
they let you out agen? Thought :
course o grindin' the mill wOuld ave
knocked that all out yer. Breakln
stones suits yer a lot better than tryin
to drive a bus. Wy don't yer ole
'em up, mani
eco 'ome and play wiv the cat, h'
shouted angrily; an get yer poor ole
muvver to come out o the work'us t
drive fer yer.
"Give me none of yer bloomin per
siAage,' I returned. I'D drive ye
out o yer mind any day.
"'Sorcy 'oundl' CALCULATED Rosie, an
Just then we separated.
THE sound of er sweet voice a
rounin on Sam fairly sent me into tn,
seventh 'eaven of delight, an l prom
ised to get night orr an take 'er t
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