The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1911-08-11

She bobbed down behind the high
dashboard.
Here TSP exclaimed Debby. ST
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'-Eish had money enough to buy
it I'd like nothin' better than to live
out there Information wanted OF my
husband Here 'tisI Um-humr
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 Or papers. In an
instant the air was filled with whirling
copies Or 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 usr' shrieked Debby,
clutching her companion about the
waist What
Let 60 Of me" howled Bailey, push
ing her violently aside. Whoa! Stand
stillw
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, its
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 figurative-
~. 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 hold,
slid with thump to the frozen road
The wind, catching it underneath as it
slid, tipped it 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 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
| rrysnt
the name OF Bangs
The upper part of the sulky, with
It. boxlike curtained top, lay on its
side in the road. From somewhere
within the box came groans and
screams. greeting Phoebe, who ran to
the spot.
The painting and alarmed teacher
stopped and peered into the dark shad-
ow between the dashboard and the
back curtain All she could make out
at first were 4 pair OF thin ankles and
congress" shoes in agitated motion.
These bobbed up and down behind the
overturned seat and its displaced cush-
ion.
"Oh, Mrs. Beasleys' screamed
Phoebe. Are you hurtT
The rescuer pulled the seat forward
and with an effort tumbled 1t clear of
the curtains Debby raised herself
still higher.
'Oh?' she groaned. Talk about
Land sakesl Who's comm? Men. amt
TT"
She scrambled out of her prison on
hands and knees and jumped to her
feet with reassuring alacrity-
"Tm :, sight. amt ~, she asked
''Haul this bunnet straight, qulck'g
ever you can
Miss Dawes, relieved to find that the
accident had no serious consequences
and trying her hardest not to laugh,
assisted the widow to rearrange her
wearing apparel. The blacksmith and
his helper came running up the hill
Hello, Debbyr hailed the former.
whats the matter? Hurt, be your
Mrs. Beasley, whether she heard Or
not, did not deign TO reply.
The blacksmith pointed to his shop
IN the hollow. Before it stood Mr..
Bangs. holding Henry BY the bride
and staring in their direction.
He's all right" volunteered the
helper" THE horse stopped runnin'
soon's he cot 70 the foot Of the next
| HILL
Mrs Beasley was not apparently
overjoyed at the news
'HumphT' she grunted. 81 most
wish he'd broke his neck. Pesky, care
less thing, gettin' us run away with
and upset! Who's goin' to pay for
fixin' my sulky, want to know?"
''Mr Bangs will pay for it, I'm sure"
said Phoebe soothingly. IF he doesn't
/ will. oh, Mrs Beasley, did you find
the diary?"
DIARY? No, mol / told you i was
afraid I'd burnt It up. Well, had,
and a whole lot more of them old ones
But ! did get all them Arizona papers
and took the trouble to tote 'em all the
way here SOS you could look at 'em-
And now"-she shook with indignation
and waved her hand toward section
of horizon where little white dots in
dicated the whereabouts OF the Cou-
riers-"now look where they bel
Bowed from Dan to Beershebyl Come
on to the house and let me set down
| been, standin' on my head till I'm