Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1911-04-21

gins. Let's see. nowi Twill be down
at the bottom OF the pile. cause the
paper It's in is n last year one"
She bobbed down behind the high
dashboard.
Here 'tlsw exclaimed Debby. II
remember It's IN this number, cause
there's a picture of the Palace hotel
on the front page. Let's see-'Dog
lost-no, that amt It. Corner lot for
snle'-wish had money enough to buy
It. I'd like nothln better than to live
out there. Information wanted Of my
husband Here 'tN 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 whirllng
copies of the BlaZeton Weekly Courier
Henry, the horse, jumped sldewse
The reins were jerked from the driv-
er's hands and fell IN the road.
"Mercy on usr' shrieked Debby
clutchiug her companion about the
waist "What'--
LET 20 Of me" howled Bailey, push
ing her violently aside. whoa! Stand
stilr
But Henry refused to stand still
The tapping paper still clung to his
agltated head. He reared and prHnced
Jerking the sulky back and forth. its
wheels still wedged in the ruts. Bal.
ley sprang to the ground to pick UP
the relns. He seized them, but fell as
he did so. The tug at his bits turned
Henry's head, literally and fguratve-
ly. He reared and whirled about. The
sulky rose on two wheels. The
screaming Mrs. Beasley collapsed
against It's downward side Another
moment and the whole upper half OF
the sulky-body, seat. curtains and
Debby-tllted over the lower wheels.
and the rusted bolts, failing to hold.
slid with thump to the frozen road.
The wind, catching 1t underneath as ii
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 n time with the Beasley libra
ry, which partially filed shelf in the
sitting room.
Sitting there, she was 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 a familiar bowling and
most wickedly profane Individual Of
the name Of Bangs.
The upper part Of the sulky. with
its boxlike curtalned 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 peercd into the dark shad-
ow between the dashboard and the
back curtain. All she could make out
at first were pair of thin ankles and
congress" shoes IN agitatcd motion.
These bobbed up and down behind the
overturned seat and its displaced cush
ion.
"Oh, Mrs. Beasleyw screamed
Phoebe. "Are you hurtT
The rescuer pulled the seat forward
and with an effort tumbled it clear of
the curtains Debby raised herself
still higher
"Oh" she groaned. Talk about
Land sakes! Who's comm? Men, amt
| itT'
She scrambled out of her prison on
hands and knees and jumped to her
feet with reassurlng alacrity.
"I'm sight. amt ~ she asked
"Haul this bunnet straight, quick's
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, Dcbbyw hailed the former.
"Whats the matter? Hurt, be you?"
Mrs. Beasley, whether she heard or
not, did not dcign to reply.
The blacksmith pointed TO his shop
In the hollow Before 1t stood Mr..
Bangs, holding Henry by the bride
and staring In their direction.
Hes all right volunteered the
"helper" "The horse stopped runnin
soon's he got to the foot Of the next
hill"
Mrs Beasley was not apparently
overjoyed at the news.
'1Humphw she grunted. ~ most
wish he'd broke his neck. Pesky, care
Tess thing, gettln' us run away with
and upset! Who's goin' to pay for
nxln' my sulky, | want to know
'Mr Bangs will pay for 1t, Pm sure"
said Phoebe soothingly. "lf he doesn't
! will Oh, Mrs. Bensley, did you find
the dlary?"
Diary No, mol told you was
afraid ia burnt it up. Well, | had,