The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1911-02-21
concerning the youth and beauty of the

DrlQaI couple ana TnPlT cndFiOL BIT
Bangs was in state of dumb frenzy.
Debby. who without her trumpet had
heard nothing of all this. was smiling
and garruious
Il found al the papers" she said
They're right under the seat u
goin' to look EN- over SOS TO have
the interestin' parts all ready to show
Miss Dorcas when we get home. Amt
it nice found emp"
In spite of her drivers remon
strances, unheard because of the non
adjustment of the trumpet. she reached
under the seat and brought out the
pile of Blazeton weeklies. With her
feet upon the pile to keep it from blow
ing away. she proceeded to unfold
one of the papers 1t cracked and
snapped in the wind like loose main
sail
Keep that drafted thing out of my
face. won't your" shrieked the agon
lied Bailey "How'm | goin' to see to
steer with that smackin' me between
the eyes every other second?"
"Hey? Did you speak to me?" asked
the widow sweetly.
did speak? No. I screeched!
What in tunket''-
81 want you to see this picture of
the mayors house in Blazeton Eva,
| my husbands niece. lives right acrost
| the road from him. Many's the time
| I've set on their piazza and seen him
come out and go to the city hall"
Keep it out of my face, tell you!
Reef it! Furl it. you-you woman!
/ wish to thunder the piazza had
caved in on you! | never see such an
old fool in my born days. Take it
awayv'
Mrs. Beasley removed the paper, but
only to substitute another.
Heres Eva's brother-in-law," she
screamed. Hes one Of the prominent
business men out there, so they put
him in the paper Amt he nice
| lookin'?"
| Bailey's comments on the prominent
business mans appearance were any
thing but flattering. Debby continued
| to reach for more papers. carefully
replacing those she had inspected in
the pile beneath her feet.
II know what I'll do" declared the
| passenger-''Ill hunt for that missin'
husband advertisement of Desire Hig-
gins. Let's see, now! Twill be down
at the bottom of the pile. cause the
paper it's in is a last year one"
She bobbed down behind the high
dashboard
Here 'tisw exclaimed Debby. 81
remember it's in this number cause
there's picture of the Palace hotel
on the front page. Let's see-'Dog
lost'-no. that amt it. Corner lot for
sale'-wish had money enough to buy
It. I'd like nothin' better than to live
out there. Information wanted of my
husband Here it's! Um-humw
She Strengthened up and eagerly be-
gan reading the advertisement A ter
rife burst of wind tore around the
corner Of the bluff. The widow in her
excitement at finding the advertise
ment had inadvertently removed her
feet from the pile Of papers. In an
instant the air was filed with whirling
copies Of the Blazeton Weekly Courier
Henry, the horse jumped sidewise.
The reins were jerked from the driv-
er's hands and fell in the road.
mercy on us!' shrieked Debby,
clutching her companion about the
waist. What
Let 60 of mev' howled Bailey, push
ing her violently aside. whoa! Stand
stillr'
But Henry refused to stand still
The tapping paper still chung to his
agitated head. He reared and pranced,
jerking the sulky back and forth, it's
wheels still wedged in the ruts Bal
ley sprang to the ground to pick up
the reins. He seized them. but fell as
he did SO. The tug at his bits turned
Henry's head. literally and fgurative-
~. He reared and whirled about The
sulky rose on two wheels. The
screaming Mrs. Beasley collapsed
against its downward side. Another
moment and the whole upper half Of
the sulky-body. seat, curtains and
Debby-tilted over the lower wheels,
and the rusted bolts, failing to bold.
slid with thump to the frozen road.
The wind, catching it underneath as 1t
slid. tipped 1t backward. Then Henry
ran away.
Miss Dawes. left alone in the house
at the foot Of the hill, had amused her
self for time with the Beasley libra
~. which partially filled a shelf in the
sitting room.
Sitting there. she was a witness Of
the alarming catastrophe on the hill
top and reached the front gate just in
time to see Henry go galloping by.
dragging the four wheels and springs
Of the sulky. while sprawled across
the rear axle and still clinging to the
reins hung familiar bowling and
most wickedly profane individual Of
the name of Bangs.
The upper part Of the sulky, with