Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1897-05-22

the right spot he dropped under the wa
ter, and came up with his teeth in his
hand, and replaced them in his mouth.
But bark what noise is that? A wa
gon and little dog barking with all
his might, and his horse is starting
"Whoa whoal Stop, you brute, you,
stop!" But stop he would not, but
went off at spanking pace, with the
unfortunate bachelor after him, and
the little dog yelping after the bache-
lor. Bill was certainly in capital run
ming costume, but though he strained
every nerve, he could not touch the
buggy, or reach the lines, that were
dragging on the ground.
After time his plug hat shook of
the seat, and the hind wheel went over
lit, making it as fiat as pancake.
Bill snatched it as he ran, and, after
|iamming his fist into it, stuck it, all
dusty and crumpled, on his head. And
now he saw the widows house on the
hill, and what, oh what will he do?
Then his coat fell out; he slipped it
on, and then, making desperate
squirt, he clutched the back of the seat
and scrambled in, and pulling the buff
falo robe over his legs, stuffed the 9TH
er things beneath.
Now, the horse happened to be one
that he got from Squire More, and he
got it from the widow, and he took it
into his head to stop at the gate, which
Bill had no power to prevent, as he
had not possession of the reins; be-
sides, he was too busy buttening his
coat up to the chin to think of doing
much else.
The widow heard the rattle OF
wheels, and looked out, and seeing
that it was Smiley, and that he did
not offer to get out, she went to the
gate to see what he wanted, and there
she stood chatting, with her white
arms on the top of the gate, and her
face right toward him, while the cold
chills ran down his shirtless back clear
to his bare feet beneath the buffalo
robe, and the water from his hair and
dust from his hat had combined to
make some nice little streams of mud
that came trickling down his face.
She asked him to come in. No., he
was in hurry, he said. Still he did
not offer to go. He did not like to ask
her to pick up his reins for him, be-
cause he did not know what excuse to
make for not doing it himself. Then
he looked down the road behind him,
and saw a wbite-faced horse coming,
and at once surmised that it was that
of Gus Sackrider. He resolved to do
or die, and hurriedly told his errand.
The widow would be delighted to go,
of course she would. But wouldn't
he come in No, he was in hurry,
he said; had to 60 to Mr.. Green's
place.
"Oh! !" said the widow, "you're go
i ing to Green's, are you? Why 1 was.
Just going there myself, to get one OF
the girls to help me quilt more. JUST
wait a second, while I get my bonnet
and shawl, and I'll ride with you"
And away she skipped"
"Thunder and lightning!" said Bill.
"what a scrape" and he hastily
clutched his pants from between his
feet, and was preparing to wriggle
into them, when light wagon, drawn
by the white. faced horse, driven by a
boy, came along and stopped beside
him.
The boy held up pair of boots in
one hand, and pair of socks in the
other, and, just as the widow reached
the gate again, he said:
"Here's your boots and socks, MIR.
Smiley, that you left on the bridge
when you went in swimming"
"You're mistaken, said Bill "they
are not mine."
"Why," said the boy, "ain't you
the man that had the race after the
horse just now ?"
"No, sir, I am not. You had better
20 on about your business"
Bill sighed at the loss of his good
Sunday boots, and, turning to the
widow, said
"Just pick up the lines, will you,
please? This brute of horse is for
ever switching them out of my
hands.
The widow complied, and then he
pulled one corner of the robe cautious
ly down, and she got in.
"What a lovely EVENING"" said she;
"and so warm don't think we need
the robe over us, do we ?"
You see she had on nice dress and
pair of new gaiter, and she wanted
to show them.
"Oh, my? said Bill, earnestly,
"you'll find it chilly riding; wouldn't
have you catch cold for the world"
She was pleased at his tender care
for her health, and contented herself
with sticking one of her little feet out,
with long silk necktie over the end
of it.
"What is that, Mr.. Smiley, neck
tie?"
"Yes," said he; ~ bought it the
other day, and I must have left it in
the buggy. Never mind it."
"But," said she, sit was so care
less;" and, STOPPING over, she made a
motion to stuff it in between them.