The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-01-05
TEACHING THE LESSON.
His Intentions Were Good. but tho Ending
Was Unexpected.

His Intentions Were Good. but tho Ending
Was Unexpected.
Mrs. Bancks was going to the city,
which was distant an hours ride
from her suburban home. Mr..
Bancks, who was going out for run
ON hia wheel, and whc knows it all,
was laying down the law to her in
his usual vigorous style.
SWhatever you do or don't do,
Nary. don carry your pocketbook
insyour hand.'' he said.
Where shall I carry its" asked
mis- usfc. "You don I expect me e
.casry it ia my mouth like New
f0andaand. do yous'
Garry it in your pocket. What
are pockets for, I should like to
knowe''
Pockets are out Of date. The
dressmakers will not put them in
dresses any more y
"WeH. Mary, you'll lose your
train. Be sure to get home before
dark. Ii isn't safe :nr women to be
out in the evening now Some Of
these fine nights you'll be held up. !"
s'I'm not afraid, {" answered Mrs.
Bancks IF people so along and
attend to their own affairs, nothing
Will happen to them
Don't you believe it!' said Mr..
Bancks emphatically. mot being
afraid isn't going to save you from
robbers and hold ups. l am not
afraid, but shouldn't like to cross
that viaduct that you must pass on
your way home-not after dark, |
wouldn t. .
Having done his best to rattle
I Mrs. Bancks her husband rode off
on his wheel, intending to go in an
opposite direction from that which
his wife took on the cars, when a
sudden idea developed in his fertile
\ brain.
.sIt will teach her a lesson and
show her that am always right. /
won't frighten her too much-just
enough; then I will reveal my iden-
tity. I'll do it!"
With that he rode off at leisure.
II gait, for he had plenty of time to
catch Mrs. Bancks ON her return.
Tint good woman had made her
visit TO friend on the South Side OF
the city. and was hurrying to reach
her own train by taking a short cut
across the viaduct It certainly did
look dark and forbidding, but she
grasped her umbrella with a deter
mination to sell her life as dearly as
possible. Besides, she had crossed
there many times and nothing had
ever happened before She stepped
in under the traffic of the cars and
was picking her way through posts
of solid masonry when hand fell
on her shoulder and voice Missed
in her ear:
BE silent! S-t-ts-ts-tl Your
money OF your life!''
.sNot If U know it, - answered the
brave little woman, and there was a
scrimmage that lasted for several
seconds, and then she emerged from
the viaduct with broken and bat
tered umbrella, a sprained thumb
and with all her valuables in her
possession.
She was at home, peacefully COM
posed, when her husband made his
appearance, looking like prize
fighter who had been worsted and
limping painfully.
s'John Bancks, what in the world
has happened TO you?'
Bicycle accident" said
Mr.. Bancks slowly, throwing a di-
lapidated hat on the table
you poor, dear fellow! Why,
your face is all scratched and torn,
and your clothes are ruined!'
"Never mind my clothes. l Iam
thankful escaped with my life, .
said her husband, as he limped to
chair.
well, we've had a chapter of ac-
cidents, said Mrs. Bancks. II was
held up just as you said | would be. >
"Ha! How singular! But it ap-
pears that you were not hurts"
No, but the other fellow was. ]
shouldn't be surprised if lie died
from the effect of the bea5ingI l gave
him.. Wouldn't it be dreadful: |
ruined my umbrella, but then |
saved my pocketbook. .
Much money in it:' asked her
husband, trying to look as if he was
interested.
"Only my care fare but | needed
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