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Bashful Bill and the Widow.
"IFE," said Ed. Wilbur one
T T morning' as he sat stirring his
coffee with one hand and holding a plum
cake on his knee with the other, and look
ing across the table into the bright eyes of
his neat little wife, " wouldn't it be a good
oke to get Bachelor Bill Smiley to take
Widow Watson to Robinson's show next
wook?" "
" You can't do it, Ed.'; he won't ask
her, he's so awful shy. Why he came by
here the othor morning when I was hang
ing out some clothes, and he looked over
the fonce and spoke, but when I shook out
a night gown he blushed like a girl and
went away."
"I think I can manage it," said Ed. ;
" but I'll have to lie just a little. But then
it wouldn't be much harm undor the cir
cumstances, for I know she likes htm and
he don't dislike her ; but, as you say, he's
shy. I'll just go over to his place to bor
row some bags of him, and if I don't bag
him before I come back, don't kiss me for
a week, Nolly."
So saying Ed. started, and while he is
mowing the fields we take a look at Bill
Smiley. He was rather a good-looking
fellow, though his hair and whiskers show
ed some grey hairs, and he had got in a set
of artificial tooth. But everyone said be
was a good soul and so he was. He had
as good a hundred acre farm as any in
Norwich, with a new house and everything
comfortable, and if he wauted a wife, many
a girl would have jumped at the chance
like a rooster at a grasshopper. Bill was so
bashful always was and when Susan
Berrybottle, that he was sweet on (though
he never said " boo" to her,) got married
to old Watson be just drew his head, like a
mud turtle, into his shell, and there was no
getting him out again, though it had been
noticed that since Susan had become a
widow he had paid more attention to his
clothes and had been very regular in his
attendance at the church that the fair wid
ow attended.
"But here comes Ed. Wilbur."
"Good morning, Mr. Smiley !"
"Good morning, Mr. Wilbur. What's
the news your way ?"
"Oh, nothing particular, that I know
of," said Ed. "only Robinson's show that
everybody and his girl is going to. I was
over to old Sackrider's last night, and I see
his son Gus has got a new buggy and was
scrubbing up his harness, and he's got that
white faced colt of his slick as a seal. I
understand he thinks of taking the Widow
Watson to tbe show. He's been hanging
round a good deal of late, but I'd just like
to cut him out, I would. Susan is a nice
little woman and deserves a better man
than that young pup of a fellow, though I
wouldn't blame her much either if she
takes him, for she must be dreadful lone
some, and then she has to lot her farm out
on shares and it isn't half worked, and no
one else seems to have spunk enough to
speak up to her. By jingo! If I were a
single man I'd show him a trick or two.
So saying, Ed. borrowed some bags and
started around the corner of the barn,
where be had left bill sweeping, and put
his ear to a knot hole and listened, know
ing that the bocholor had a habit of talk
ing to himself when anything worried him,
" Confound that young Bagrider !" said
Bill, " what business has he, then, I'd like
to know? Got a new buggy, has be? Well,
so have I, and got new harness, too ; and
his horse can't come in sight of mine ; and
I declare I've half a mind to yes, I will 1
I'll go this very night and ask her to go to
tbe show with me. I'll show Ed. Wilbur
that I ain't such a calf as he thinks I am,
if I did let old Watson get the start of me
in the Hist place 1"
Ed. could scarce help laughing outright,
but he hastily hitched the bags on his
shoulder, and with a low chucklo at his
success, started home to tell the news to
Nelly ; and about five o'clock that evening
they saw Bill go by with his horse and
buggy on his way to the widow's. He jog'
ged along quietly thinking of the old sing
ing school days and what ft pretty girl
Susan was then and wondering inwardly
if he would havo more courage now to talk
to her, until at a distanoe of about a mile
from her bouse he came to a bridge over
a large creek and it so happened that just
as he reached the middle of tbe bridge he
gave a tremendous sneeze, and blew his
teeth out of his mouth, and clear over tbe
dashboard, striking on the planks they roll
ed over the side of the bridge and dropped
into four feet of water,
Words cannot do justice to poor Bill, or
paint the expression of bis face as he sat
there completely - dumbfounded at this
startling piece of ill luck. After a while
be stepped out of the buggy, and getting
on his hands and knees looked over into
the water. Yes, there they were, at the
bottom, with a crowd of little fishes rub
bing their noses against them, and Bill
wished to goodness that his nose was as
close for one second. His beautiful teeth
that had cost bim so much, and the show
coming on and no time to get another set
and tbe widow and young Sackrider.
Well, he must try and get them somehow
and nq time to lose for some one might
come along aud ask him what he was fool
ing around there for. lie had po notion of
spoiling his good clothes by wading In with
them on, and besides, if he did that be
oould not go to the widow's that nlght,so he
took a look up and down the road to see
that no one was In sight, and quickly un
dressed himself, laying his clothes in the
buggy to keep them clean. Then he ran
around to the bank and waded into the
almost icy cold water ; but his teeth did
not chatter in his head, he only wished they
could. Quietly he waded along so as not
to stir up the mud, and when he got to the
right spot he dropped under water and
came up with the teeth in his hand, and re
placed them in his mouth. '
But hark 1 What noise is that? A wagon I
And a little dog barking with all his might,
and his horse is starting. " Whoa I whoa 1"
said Bill, as he splashed and floundered
out through mud and water. " Confound
the horse. Whoa! Whoa! Stop, you
brute, stop !" But stop he would not, but
went off at a spanking pace with the unfor
tunate bachelor after him and the little dog
yelping after the bachelor. Bill was cer
tainly in capital running costume, but
though he strained every nerve he could
not touch the buggy or reach the lines that
wore dragging on the ground. After a
while his plug hat shook off the seat and
the hind wheel went over it making it as
flat as a pancake. Bill snatched it as he
ran, after jamming his fist into it, stuck
it, all dusty and dimpled, on his head. And
now he saw the widow's house on the hill,
and what, oh what would be do t Then bis
coat foil out and he slipped it on, aud then
making a desperate spurt be clutched the
back of the seat and scrambled in, and
pulling the buffalo robo over his legs,
stuffed the other things beneath. Now,
tbe horse happened to be one that he got
from Squire Moore, and he got it from the
widow, and he took it into his head to stop
at her gate, which Bill had no power to
prevent, as he had not the possession of the
reins ; besides he was too busy buttoning
his coat up to his chin to think of doing
mnch else. The widow heard the rattle of
the wheels and looking out and seeing that
it was Mr. Smiley, and that he did not
offer to get out, she went to tbe gate to see
what ho wanted, and there she stood chat
ting, with her white arms on the top of the
gate, and her smiling face turned right to
ward him, while the cold chills ran down
his shirtless back clear to his bare feet be
neath the buffalo robe, and the water from
his hair and tbe dust from his hat had com
bined to make some nice little streams of
mud that came trickling down his face.
She asked him to come in. No, he was
in a hurry, he said. Still he did not offer
to go. He did not like to ask her to pick
up his reins for him because he did not know
what excuse to make for not doing it him
self. Then he looked down the road be
hind him and saw a white-faced horse
coming, and, at once surmising that it was
that Gus Sackrider coming, he resolved to
do or die, and hurriedly told his errand,
The widow would be dolighted to go, of
course she would. But wouldn't he come
in. No, he was in a hurry, he said ; had
to go on to Mr. Green's place.
" Oh," said the widow, " you're going to
Mr. Green's are you ? Why, I was just
going there myself to get one of the girls
to help me quilt some. Just wait a second
while I get my bonnet and shawl, and I'll
ride with you." And away she skipped.
"Thunder and lightning!" said Bill,
" what a scrape !" and he hastily clutched
his pants between his feet, and was pre
paring to wiggle into them, when a light
wagon, drawn by a white-faced horse driven
by a boy, came along and stopped besldo
bim. The doy held up a pair of boots in
one hand and a pair of socks in the other,
and just as the widow ' reached tbe gate
again, he Bald :
" Here's your boots and socks, Mr. Smi
ley, that you left on the bridge when you
were swimming."
"You're mistaken," said Bill, "they're
not mine."
"Why," said the boy, "ain't you the
man that had the race after the horse just
now ?"
"No, sir, I am not ! You had better go
on about your business." Bill sighed at
the loss of his Sunday boots, and turning
to the widow, said : 9
" Just pick up the lines, will you, please ;
this brute of a horse is forever switching
them out of my hands." The widow com
plied, aud then he pulled one corner of the
robe cautiously down, and she got in.
"What a lovely evening," said she,
"and so warm, I don't think we need the
robe over us, do we ?"
You see, she had on a nice dress and a
pair of new gaiters, and she wanted to show
them.
"Oh, my !" said Bill, earnestly, "you'll
tlud it chilly riding, and I wouldn't have
you catch cold for the world."
She seemed pleased at his tender oare for
her healtji, and contented herself with
sticking one of her little feet out, with a
long silk neck-tie over the end of it.
"What is this, Mr. Smiley? a neck
tie."
" Yes, I bought it tbe other day, and I
must have left it in the buggy. Never
mind it." .
" But," she said, " it was so careless,"
and stooping over ptoked it up and made
a motion to stuff it between them.
Bill felt her hand going down, and niuk
ing a dive after It clutched it In his and
held it hard and fast. '
Then they went on quite a distance, he
holding her soft little hand in his and won
dering what be should do when they got to
Green's, and she wondering he did not say
something nice to her as welfas to squeeze
her hand, and why his coat was buttoned
up so tightly on suoh a warm evening, and
what made his face and hat so dirty, until
as they were going down a little hill one of
the traces came unhitched and they had to
stop. .
"O murder 1" said Bill, what next I"
"What is the matter, Mr. Smiley?" said
the widow, with a start that came near
jerking the robe off his knees.
"One of the traces is off," said he.
" Well, why don't you get out and put it
an?"
" I can't," said Bill j "I've got that is,
I haven't got oh, dear, I'm so sick. What
shall I do !"
"Why, Willie," said she tenderly,
"what is the matter, do tell me?" and she
gave his hand a little squeeze, and looking
into his pale and troubled face, she thought
he was going to faint ; so she got out her
smelling bottle with her left band, and
pulling the stopper out with her teeth she
stuck it to his nose.
Bill was just taking in breath for a
mighty sigh, and the pungent odor made
him throw back his head so far that he
lost his balance and went over the low back
ed buggy. . The little woman gave a Blight
scream as his big bare feet flew by her
head ; and covering her face with her hands
gave way to tears or smiles it was hard
to tell which. Bill was "right side up"
iu a minute, and was leaning over the back
of the seat humbly apologizing, when Ed.
Wilbur and his wife and baby drove up
behind and stopped. Poor Bill folt that
he would rather have been shot than have
Ed. Wilbur catch him in sucn a scrape,
but there was no help for it now, so he
called Ed. to him and whispered in his ear,
Ed. was like to burst with suppressed
laughter, but he beckoned to his wifo to
drive up, and after saying something to
her, he helped tbe widow out of Bill's
buggy into his, and the two women went
on leaving the men behind. Bill lost no
time in arranging his toilet as well as he
could, and then with great persuasion Ed.
got him to go home with him, and hunting
up slippers and socks and getting him
washed and combed, had him quite pre
sentable when the ladles arrived. I noed
not tell bow tbe story was all wormed out
of bashful Bill, and how they all laughed
as they Bat around the tea-table that night,
but will conclude by saying that they went
to the show together, and Bill has no foar
of Gus Sackrider now.
This is the story about Bill and the Wid
ow as I had it from Ed. Wibur, and if
there is anything unsatisfactory about it,
ask him or his wifo.
A Lucky Girl.
TIE following story of a lucky servant
girl, which' may seem stranger than
truth to many readers, is told by the Belle-
fonte (Pa.) Republican : " Ten or more
years ago this girl her name is Alice An-
derson was brought from the Orphans'
Ilome of Pittsburgh by the late Judge
Schaler. She was a domestio in his house
up to tbe time of bis death, when the fam
ily gave up housekeeping and loft Belle
fonte. Since that time some six years
she has been doing housework in different
families of tbe town. She had no knowl
edge of her parents, but remembered an
older brother, who came to see her when
she was a child in tbe Ilome. She had not
heard of him for fifteen years, and gave up
all hopes of ever meotinghirn again. About
a month ago she took a notion that she
oould earn more money in the city, and got
a friend to write to an acquaintance of bis
in Pittsburgh, asking him to secure her a
situation in a family there. In a short time
a letter came, informing her that a situa
tion had been secured, and that she should
come on immediately. It took her a week
or more to make preparations for tbe final
departure, and in the meantime she re.
ceived another letter from her expected
employer, asking about her history, which
hor friend immediately communicated. A
few days more elapsed, and on the day pre.
ceding her departure for Pittsburgh she
reoeived a letter from her brother, Dennis
Anderson. This letter contained some de
lightful information. Dennis informed her
that he had been trying to find her for
many years ; that he was accidentally told
her name ; whereabouts, by the gentleman
who had engaged her to oome to Pittsburg,
That ber reply to his Inquiries placed be
yond a doubt that she was his long-lost
and anxiously searched for sister. lie
would meet her at the Union Depot and
take her to his home. To make a long
story short, she found her brother. He is
a retired railroad oontraotor, and a wealthy
man. This is not all. Four years ago, her
grandmother, Mrs. Ituth Anderson, of
Cincinnati, died, leaving a fortune of 1350,-
000 to her grandchild, Alice Anderson, if
she were ever found ; and if not, then Den
nls should become the beir. Alice is now
tbe possessor of that fortune. She is
twenty-two years of age, is not uncomely
in appearance, but oan scarcely read or
write. She has made arrangements to
spend the next two or three years at
school.
A Lesson for Boys.
WHEN I was a boy, like most other
boys, I often did idle' and foolish
things. One day for instance, as I was
walking up the street, I saw a broken chi
na tea-cup in the road. Picking it up, in
stead of letting it alone as I ought to have
done, I began to toss it into the air. ' This
I did several timo, trying to throw it high
er with each now effort. At last, thinking
to tons it as high as the cornices of the
houses, I throw it with great energy.
Alas, for me 1 My arm struck my side, and
and the unlucky piece of china wont crash
ing through the window of 'a dwelling
bouse. Thinking of my fear only, I ran
home as fast as my feet could ' carry me.
Nor did I either pause or look back until
I turned a corner.
Shortly after this misfortune the son of
the man whose window I had broken came
home from play. Seeing the window brok
en, he stood outside with his hands in his
pockets, looking at it. A man passing
said, " Your father will think you broke
that window, my little fellow, and he'll
cane you smartly for it.
"No he won't," said the boy calmly,
" for I shall tell him I didn't do it."
11 You may toll bim so, but will he be
lieve you?" rejoined the man.
"To be sure be will. He always believes
what I say."
That was nobly said, and it was as be
Bald. That boy wore a, diamond, called
truth, on his heart, and his father knew
that he could trnst him.
Where was I? Well, I sneaked home,
feeling that I bad done a mean act in not
going straight to the owner of tbe house
and confessing my misfortune. For several
days I carried my secret with me. I was
in torments lest somebody bad seen me,
and should, after all, tell my father. At
last my secret was dragged out. A person
who knew me had seen me break the win
dow and had told the owner of the house.
That gentleman knew my father, and, the
first time he saw him, told him what I had
done. My father paid for setting a new
square of glass, and on his return home
called me to his side. His face wore a stern
expression. I trembled and blushed like a
culprit, for I knew he had found me out.
Looking right in my eye, he said,
"Peter, did you break Mr. C's window
a few days ago?"
"Yes," I replied, holding down my
head.
" What did you do that for?" asked my
father, with less sternness in his manner.
The worst of my load was now gone.
That secret millstone which had been
crushing me was now rolled off, ' and I told
my father all about the affair.
"Peter, my boy," said be, after hearing
my story, " I am glad you did not deny
your guilt. I regret yoti did not play the
man when your misfortune happened, by
going to Mr. O. at once. But I honor you
For frankly and truthfully answering my
question. I have paid for the window. Go.
Be more careful about tossing old china
in the street ; and, above all, it you should
ever be unlucky or foolish enough to meet
with a similar acoident, don't run away
like a sneak. Act the part of a throughout
honest boy, and own your fault at once."
I promised I would, and I tried to keep
my promise. The advice my father gave
me I commond to you, hoping that you
will all remember that it is honest, noble,
and manly to confess a fault, while to con
ceal it is to act the part of a coward.
Compulsory Klmlng.
Everybody in Paraguay smokes, and ev
ery female above the age of IS chews.
I am wrong. They do not ohew, but put
tobacco in their mouths, keep it there con
stantly, except when eating, and instead of
chewing it, roll id about and sock it. Only
imagine yourself about to salute the red
lips of a magnificent little Hobo, arrayed
with satin and flashing with diamonds, as
she puts you back with one delloate hand,
while with tbe other she draws forth from
her mouth a brownish-black roll of tobacco
quite two inches long, looking like a mon
ster grub, and then depositing tbe savory
lozenge on the brim of your sombrero, puts
up her faoe, and is ready for a salute. I
have sometimes seen an over delicate for
eigneer turn away with a shudder of loath
ing under suoh ciroumstanees, and get the
epithet of the savage applied to him by the
offended beauty for his sensitive squeamish
ne8s. However, one soon gets used to this
in Paraguay, where you are, per force of
custom, obliged to kiss every lady you are
introduced to, and one-half you meet are
really (empting enough to render you re
gardless of the consequences, and you would
sip the dew of the proffered lip in the face
of a tobacco factory even in the double
distilled honey dew of old Virginia.
EST General Butler has left engraven in
enduring granite, several pungent jokes he
perpetrated whilst in oommand of New
Orleans. One of these is on the base of the
equestrian bronae statue of General Jack
son. One morning, when the curses of the
people were loudest and deepest, a stone,
cutter, guarded by a file of soldiers, was
observed in Jackson square oommenolug
working with his ohisel. No one knew in
what way he would desecrate the monu
ment of the hero of New Orleans and each
letter was watched as it appeared on the
base until that declaration which made him
famous, "The Union must and shall bo
preserved," was spe'.lod out by the iuiiig
nant people. '