The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-08-23

by the herring and Goldfish boxes and the
dangling rows of blue wool socks, the post
master was sorting out the mail. l asked
him for the Railfence's Baltimore morning
paper, reaching out trembling hand
for it,
at didn't come, subj the postmaster
told me. 'Fust time in fo'teen yeahs that
Cy Railfence's Bal'mor mo'nin' papuh Is
failed tub tuhn up, on time, an IL sho' is
queeah; Yo'all tell Cy TO me that Ah'm
soh'y.'
well, then, if the paper hasn't come,
I said desperately. to the Fountain Green
postmaster, maybe the people that brought
the mail here from Bel Air told you who
won the fight?'
He looked me over vaguely
"'Ah did heah them triAin', mo- count
boys sayin' somethin' bout fight but All
didn't pay no 'tention. Why. was tt
Il drilled out of the Fountain Green
post office and took up the clip for Bel Air.
three miles away. Bel Airs on the line
OF a jerlswater railroad, and doped 1t out
that there might be a chance in ten, any
how, that maybe the station operator might
have heard something about the fight.
Il was pounding along the road to Bel
Air. glaring through the vista OF trees,
when | saw handsome buggy, driven
by a woman in white dress. slowly adj
vancing in my direction. AS the buggy
drew near / saw that the woman was a
swagger, shapely doll with black hair
and eyes, a katinka in duck dress that
looked like it had been sawed and split
by a shearsman that knew how.
"The horse hitched to the buggy was
going at walk. The nifty bisque patter
had the reins loosely wrapped around one
OF her forearms. and she was gripping big
blanket newspaper which she was reading
intently
"She was reading it so intently that.
when the horse was only about sixty feet
away from me. he suddenly took it into
his head that the grass tufts on the side
of the road looked good enough to eat, and
he strolled over to them and began to
nbble-he was unchecked while the off
wheels of the buggy settled comfortably
into little, shallow gully, giving the woman
in the buggy a careen to one side. She
with my lid in my hand, and smiled pleas
antly.
Madam said to her, you have
Yes. she replied, in the patois of my
tribe, and + was so interested in reading
about the fight that this old hew-gag Of a
bug-horse forgot that he was hitched and
started to take the jumps with me. as
you Sec
"Oh, no, that meeting wasn't lucky or
anything!
Madam said. trying hard to repress
my frenzied eagerness, who won'
" jeff in jog, of course she replied
animatedly. Ten rounds. and it was like
taking candy from child for the Boiler
maker. BY the way, here's Baltimore
morning paper, if you want one-Ive got
bunch Of em-it's got the scrap by
rounds
IL thanked that black haired vision more
sincerely than I'd ever thanked human
being before for favor in my life. She
nodded pleasantly, clucked to her horse,
and drove on.
When l got back to the farm little
before noon. inquired of the farm folks
on the porch:
Who is the beautiful fairy squeen with
the purple hair and the dimples and the
lamp-black eyes and the white duck buds
who drives in buggy on the Bel Air road?'
The farm folks looked at me in mysti-
fled sort of way for a minute and then they
all caught it at once,
Oh said one of them, she g one o
them actor women from up York WAY tibet 8
down here restin over yonder On Zeb
place. She b'longs t. them
sextette troupers, an they say she's singin'
an climbin' fences an lettin' her hair blow
loose an cuttin' up scand'lous all tn time.
Why? Did you all run across her? Amt
she tn bold one?'