Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1905-06-20

ner, than Joe Smith. the tall gypsy,
emerged from the wood with long strid
into the road and beckoned to Mr.. Sharp
urgently. The lawyer was with him in
a moment, and almost struck him in his
fury at what he heard.
How could you allow it? You great
tinkering fool! Run to the corner where
the two lanes meet Take George with
you. l will ride straight down the road
No, stop, cut the traces Of those two
horses. You jump on one, and Black
George on the other and off for the cor
ner at fall gallop. You ought TO be
there before the cart. ! will ride straight
for that rotten old jolter. POUNDS, is
one man 10 beat FIVE of us?' Waiting
for no answer he struck spurs into his
horse and, STOPPING over the withers,
dashed into tangled alley, which seem
ed to lead towards the timber track.
No wonder Mr.. Sharp was in such a
rage, for what had happened was exactly
this-onlv much of it happened with
rIore speed than words.
Cripps, the Carrier, had been put up
by several friends and relations to bring
things directly to a point, istead of let
ting them go on, in a way which was
neither one thing nor the other. Hence
1t was that Hardenow, gazing betwixt
the two feather-edged boards, beheld-
Just before he lost ms wits-the honored
vehicle of Grips, with empty washing
basket standing. on its welcome home
ward road, TO discharge the fair Etty at
her brothers gate. Tickuss was away
upon Mr.. Sharp's business.
Therefore the Carrier kissed his sis
ter in the soft CLEAN of the sunset clouds
and touched up Dobbin with tickle of
the whip, and that excellent nag gave
a little grunt at fortune and resignedly
set off. Alas, when he grunted at a
light days work, how little did he guess
what unparalleled exertiOns parted him
yet from his ste bic for the night
For while Master Grips, with an
equable mind was jogging it gently on
the silent way, and was balancing in his
mind the respective charms of his three
admirers, Mary Hookham, Mealy Hiss
and Sally Brown of the Golden Cross"
and sndly concluding that he must make
mp his mind to one of the three ere long
suddenly he beheld a thing which
frightened him more than a dozen wives
Directly in front of them, from a thick
bush, sprang beautiful girl into the
middle of the lane. and spread ont her
hand 10 stop them. If the evening light
had been little paler, or even the moon
had been behind her. ghost she mrst
have been then, and for ever. CrinDs
stared as if he would have no eyes any
more; but Dobbln had received a great
many comforts from the little hands
spread out TO him; and he stopped and
shifted. and lifted up his nose that il
might be stroked, and even possibly re-
called with a bunch of white-blossomed
clover.
"Oh. Cripps, good Cripps, you dear old
Grips" Grace Oglander cried with great
tears in her eyes. you never have for
gotten me. Zachary Grips? They say
that l am dead and buried. 1t isn't true.
not word Of it. Dear Grips, l am as
sound alive as you are. Only l have
been Shamefully treated. Do let me get
up in your cart. good Cripps, and my
father will thank you for ever
"But Missy. poor Missy" Cripps STAN
mered out, drawing on his heart for every
word, you was buried on the seventh
DAG of January, in the year of our Lord
1888; three pickaxeS was broken over
digging of your grave, by reason of the
frosty weather; and all of us come to
your funeral Do zee go back. Miss,
that's dear. The churchyard to Beck
ley is comfortable place and this here
wood no place for a Christian"
But Grips. dear C:ipps, DO try to let
me speak. They might haxe broken thir-
ty pickaxes, but ! hao nothing at all to
do with it. May gec up? Oh, may l
get up? 1t is the only chance of saving
me. l hear horse tearing through the
wood Oh, dear, clever Grips, you will
repent il for the rest of all your life.
Even Dobbin is sharper than you are"
you blessed old humbug." cried
stern young voice, as Kit Sharp rushed
forward. There is no time for your heavy
brain to work You shall have the young
lady, dead or alive. Pardon me, Grace
no help for it. Now, thic&-headed bump
Kin. put one arm round her, and off at
full gaIlop. If you give her up will
hang You by the neck TO the tail of your
broken rattletrap."
"Oh, Grips, dear Grips, assure you
on my honor" said Grace, as tossed up
by her lover. she sat in the seat of Els
Their 81 have never been dead any more
than you have. can't tell you now