Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1909-02-25

'Ahem! Guess I'll take part in this
leetle game o. postoffice m'self, b'gosh,'
Newt chuckled. When in Greece do
as the Greasers do, SO the poet sings.
He, moseyed over to the darnick an
tore open the letter. 1t read like mis-:
Dearest: I'll come for you tomorrow
night at L. You'll find me waiting at the
big oak by the road I'll disguise myself
SO none of your pas friends will inter-
fere. You'll know me by a white rose
on my coat. From your own
JACK.
1.-The miserable scamp! Comm ike
thief in the night ter steal my dar-
teri Well, I'll try ter give him cor
dial reception Newt went an cot
pink envelope an writ note ter
Jack. 1t said:
Dear Jack: III be ready for you
DOLLY.
"It went kinder agin Nevis Erain
ter put Dear Jack, but he did, an
thought it very neat stroke, Patted
hisself on the back ag'in. al thought
they wouldn't be SO many runaWays if
paps was smarter men He put the
note under the stun an saw Jack
come prowlin' round fer it in the after
noon. Smiled ter hisself as he read
it, kissed il. an tiptoed away Swal-
Tered my bait, hook an line! He'll
find that note talks gospel truth too,
, only it won't be Dolly tdatll meet
him An Newt laughed way down
in his throat
The next day passed an eVenin'
came, an at II O'Clock Newt ali Zeb
Perkins hid themselves in the bushes
near the big oak. Now, Zebidee, yell
know i'm by white rose on his coat.
I'll run out an grab the boss an you
pint the muskit at i'm, but let me do
all the tawkin' At five minutes till
IL they heered muffied hoof beats, an
a leetle later they saw man comm
on boss back. He wore whiskers an
had a SLOUGH hat pulled down over his
eyes. Had an OF relic Of pillien sad
die on his boss Thet's him. See the
| rose?' in a hoarse whisper from Newt,
now stan ready
The boss came direckly betwixt the
| two men in the bushes an Newt
grabbed the bride. Don't say word,
| dern we, or we'll blow yer head off,
| The man started ter say somethin',
| but Zeb p'inted the muskit at i'm, an
| he shet up They took i'm off his
| boss, an marched i'm away ter
| stream hard by, where they threw i'm
| in, an watched i'm kick an sputter.
| Then they told i'm that Dolly had re-
ceived his note, an showed it to her
| paw, an 1t was at her request that
| they acted as receivin' committee. She
had agreed ter marry Zeb next week.
| Their prisoner chuckled when they
said this. but they mistook it fer
groan
when they got tired O this they
| locked i'm in a corn crib an went ter
the house. They went in the kitchen
| an Newt struck a light. I'D like We
| ter try a taste O. Dolly's coOkin', Zeb-
idee' Zeb lowed he'd be pow'ful glad
| to. They ate an drank cider an
| tawked about Dolly as the future Mrs.
| Perkins fer an hour er more. Then
ter roll in hisself.
| LAS he passed DOlly's room he no
| ticed a light burnin' inside He tapped
on the door an said: Dolly dear, |
wish ye'd git a little extry fer break
| fast, cause Zebidee'll be here in the
mornin'.' No answer. Dolly he called,
| gittin' a leetle nervous. Still no an
swer. %, Dolly he yelled, an busted
right inter the room. Dolly want
there, but there was a note on the
dresser 1t said
Dear Papa: The wedding breakfast win
| be at Jacks. Please come and bring
| Zebidee with you. Don't disappoint US
| Your dutiful
DOLLY.
Newt ran to Zeb's room an ham
mered on the door. Come ON, Zeb,
Dolly's skipped out an left a note be-
hind, we must go an tote 'er back.
She don't seem ter know we've got the
bird Gagged in the corn crib Zeb came
runnin' putin on his clothes, an they
both made a bee line fer the crib. The
lock was broke an the crib was
empty.
"Newt was furious. He INDUCED in
a few we'll chosen impromptu remarks
as he ran ter the barn fer boss They
both got on his back, an were soon
goin' like the wind, an didn't stop IN
til they hove to in front O the
'souire's. They dashed in at the door
inst as the squire, standin' In his
night-gown an cap, said: I pronounce
YOU man an wife Newt stood there
a minute lookin' like he could bite a
kag O. nails in two, but as his eye
wandered round the room his face
gradually melted inter sheepish grin.
On a chair hard by lay pair o false
whiskers. an Lem Henshaw stood as
hest man. Lem was drippin wet,
an had a white rose in his button
hole"
Good. How did the story get out
so completely" l inquired.
"Why-why, Zebs an OF friend O.
mine"
"Zebidee, Zeb--i-dee!" shrill,
wiry voice called. Come quick, the
shoats is in the corn" The story-tel-
Ter started involuntarily, and looked at
me.
confession is good fer the soul,
he whispered shame-facedly. Comm
sister!"
A Rural Financier.
"Bil1, you can go out an clear uI
bout ten acres O. new groun', whilst
Tohp OTIS 'ho,1t twenty acres ready fel