Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1904-01-19

or something like that and went. Tht
old lady was better when he got there
Within week she was sitting I'D, and
Bits excuse for staying In the house
with her wore pretty thin. He saw
the girl go past several times and he
noticed that she looked in with an ex.
preston on her face that resembled
anxiety, but 1t never occurred to him
that she was so anxious to make up
with him that she couldn't eat MOI
sleep. And l expect he'd have gone
back to his dear old teakettle without
! finding 1t out If 1t hadn't been for an
accident.
He was standing in front of the vii
lage postott1ce one morning, waiting
for the mail to be distributed. He was
keeping his eye peeled for the girl. He
didn't want to meet her. He was
afraid. He reasoned that 1t could do
no good and would be confoundedly
embarrassing. He never carries
false face with him, Bill doesn't. And
then, too he wasn't absolutely sure of
himself. He knew down deep in his
steam chest that he had about as much
affection for the girl as he'd ever had.
and he rather suspicioned that If he
met her face to face he'd make three
or four kinds of fool Of himself. He
could see her house from where he
stood-a pretty place in regular snarl
of roses and honeysuckles and flower
beds, and I've a notion that he looked
at it with something of longing and
regret 1t was only natural that he
should.
We'll, while he was standing there
an old friend of his came up on horse
back and asked him If he wouldn't do
a favor for him. He wanted Bill to
take the horse home. Some business
had unexpectedly claimed his immedi-
ate attention, and he didn't like to
leave the horse standing on the street.
He thought Bill might like a ride any
way. or course Bill said he would.
He didn't know any more about riding
horseback than Woodchuck knows
accommodate a friend. He got his
mail and climbed into the saddle and
in less than three minutes something
was doing in his vicinity. The horse
was a spirited beast, with a habit of
shying at everything which seemed to
offer an excuse for it. and every time
he SHE'D Bill stuck in his heels, and
every time Bill stuck in his heels the
beast took it as an invitation to make
aIP no or q
was gallopng right merrily. A little
further and he was giving tolerably
correct imitation of Garry Herman,
and Bill was bouncing like rubber
ball. He said Whoa but it didn't
seem to have any effect. His mail,
which he had tucked under his arm,
was scattered broadcast.
1T dawned on Bill presently that he
was being run away with, but he didn't
lose his head. Bill never loses his head.
Said he to himself, I've got to shut off
steam And he stretched himself on
the beasts neck, reaching for the nose,
and he got a grip on it, and the first
thing that horse knew he couldn't
breathe, and something was on his
neck. for Bill had bounced clean over
the shoulders, and he stopped dead,
stiff legged as a sawhorse.
But Bill didn't stop-not at once.
lie went on, and he landed plump on a
pansy bed in the yard at the end Of the
street, and when he opened his eyes he
was looking square into the face of the
girl, who had been sitting under tree
reading. Neither spoke for moment.
The girls color came and went, and
Bills breath did likewise, but pretty
soon the girls wits, which were in
working order, it seems, asserted them
selves oh, WILL she said, I'm so
glad you've come back to me"
"Blll raised himself on his elbow in
dazed sort of way and tried to say
something, but his breath wasn't quite
equal to it. And the girl went down on
her knees and wrapped her arms about
him. so glad, dear! she murmured-
They got married. That's all there
was to it. And we're doing the best we
can till they get back from their honey
moon trip"
The semhlance of smile appeared
| upon the Milwaukee mans face. Il
suppose that under the circumstances
Wen have to forgive him." he said.
But, by lingo, I'm sorry were going
to miss connections at Whipperville.
I'm to be married myself tonight if
can get to Carlinsburg."
"Pshaww said the conductor You
don't say?" Then he chuckled. Guess
you'll have to go horseback, won't
you?
Not on your silver plated punch!"
replied the Milwaukee man decidedly.