Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1906-07-19
He might get up a sort of hen cam

He might get up sort Of hen can
ter"
suppose" continued the wife, that
the lines were TO get under his heels
and some one was to hit him five or six
cuts with the whip, would he break
into canter?'
Il guess he would. Yes, he'd be so
astonlshed that he would probably dust
along for few rods
"And would he keep TO the road?"
Il guess he would. What are you
asking all these questions for!'
Perhaps Ill tell you this evening
Don't bother me now, as I've got three
pans of milk to SKIM
Farmer Milton had no sooner left the
house for the fields next morning than
his wife began fixing up crock Of
butter for the village grocer, while
Minnie harnessed the old horse to the
democrat wagon and got ready to drive
to town
Now, then, remember what I've told
you. When you come along to the corn
field keep your eyes straight in front of
you and don't look around even if Burt
calls to you. Just make out that you
don't hear. On your way back when
you get TO me schoolhouse"-
Il understand" nodded the daush-
ter.
Don't forget the screaming part"
NO, but do you SUPPOSE
There is no supposng about it.
am your mother, and l am no spring
chicken. Now go on with YOU"
Burt Anderson was working in the
cornfield that morning within two rods
of the highway when he caught the
pounding of hoofs and the rattle of
wheels and looked up to see Minnie
Milton driving by. He dropped his hoe
and opened his mouth to call, but she
struck the horse with the whip as If to
hurry on. He couldn't say that she
saw him, but he thought she cid, and
the thought hardened his heart. He
had forgiven her sass" days anl days
ago and was ready to make up" but
this action on her part showed that she
was furnishing him. From then until 3
O'Clock in the afternoon the young man
managed to hoe about twelve hills of
corn. The rest Of the time was spent
in sulking or sitting on the fence and
looking down the village road. His
waiting and sulkin~ was rewarded at
last. A mile away arose cloud of
dust kicked UP by old Charles feet.
and as it drew nearer and nearer the
young man prepared 10 drop off the
fence and hide Minnie should not
have the pleasure of f.9uting him a.,ain
He was on the Eroual when he heard
woman's screams 70" help. He heard
the hoof beats Of a horse on the gallop
He heard the clatter of q rickety old
one horse wagon.
1t was a runaway. Burt Anderson
saw that it was the instant he got his
head above the fence. 1t was Minnie
returning home. The lines had fallen
under the horses feet, and she was
standing up and swaying from side to
side and screaming. There was hero
and rescue. There We're explana-
tons There was no apology to old
Charlie, though he certainly deserved
one.
mo, I'm no spring cbicken!" observ-
ed farmer Miltons wife to herself as
she stood at her gate and saw that
Burt Anderson was driving Minnie
home and that Minnie's red cheeks had
come back to her.
Say, now, but how did you manage
itT' whispered the husband to the wife
that evening as the two lovers bad the
piazza to themselves.
Manage what?' was the reply in a
puzzled voice. "Abijah Milton. you
are the most thick headed man / ever
saw. How did | manage it. Just as
if I'd been managing something-con-
spring and plotting and all that sort
of thing. There are certainly times
when you make body tired"