fFIFTEEN GENTS PER MONTH.
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FIFTEEN CENTS PER MONTH.
that Susan should attend long enough to work
such an. one as her mother desired.


To avoid danger, she was never allowed to
leave home untilten minutes before the school
commenced; written account Of the time she
arrived was once a awesk demanded from her
instructress, and the horsewhip faithfully ad-
ministered was the sure consequence Of Q tardy
return to her fathers dwelling, How, with all
these restrictions, young Blanchard managed
to Bee her to inquire into the hardships of her
orlorn condition, and to offer her bic protection,
is mystery; but love is more noted than the
Yankees for patent inventionss and neversyet
was known to be at a loss TO effect his pur-
poses. Ash alsi a&


II was one bright Saturday in June the ap-
pointed time Of Susan's return had long elapsed,
and she was not seen In her homeward path.
The horsewhip was prepared, and the loving
parents sat /" nursing their wrath to keep il
warm, J" for full hour, stili no Susan appeared!
IA domestic sent to the school house, returned
with the tidings that she had not been there.
|" The jade has run away" exclaimed the
mother and forth the father sailed to wreak
his vengeance on something. His inquiries
were all fruitless for 90 far did Yankee good
mess of heart overcome their natural proneness
to communcativeness that no one would tell
the truth, though half the village knew that
Blanchard's chaise had been standing at the
school house door, waiting for Susan's arrival,
and that before the alarm was given, they were
in all human probability husband and wife," 13
At last, one old gossip, who prided herself
upon being the first to tsllithe news, placed
her arms akimbo, and looking up in his face In
a most provoking air, exclaimed, $ La zur, Mr..
Cromwell, what "a tub Of suds you are in!
Didn't you know Susan had gone to- Providence
to be married z" 7ia Gone % Providence to be
marriedv' shouted he, He said no more, but
slamming the door after him went to his own
house asif steam had sent him there. Alarge.
black pitcher, from which he and his laborers
had drank beer during many haying season,
was standing on the corner Of the table. Crom-
we'll, in the blindness Of his rage, mistook il for
his wife,s favorite black car and enchanting
s'cat!" he gave it blow that shivered it to
a thousand atoms.
"What's the pitcher done Z" asked the vi
rago, surprised at such an unprovoked display
Of his strength. "None Of your business
broke, and I'm glad Of it; If it was whole, I'd
break It again. Here is a pretty spot Of work
and it all comes Of your-lace wall Susan
has gone to Providence to get married''


"To be married." screamed his mate "Let's
be up and arter her." @@


The horse was harnessed to the chaise with
all speed; and in ten minutes they were on
their way to Rhode Island. @


Mr.. Blanchard had foreseen the probability
of pursuit; and had therefore made arrange
ments that his wife should return with one Of
the young men who attended as witnesses,
while the other should ride with hin, disguised
in her cloak and bonnet. I*h 5si', aft


About half way between here and Providence
the parties met. Old Cromwell seized the
bridegroom's horse by the head, while his en-.
ragged wife proceeded to use the whip about
her supposed daughter. In the meantime the
real bride and her attendants swept BY, and
rode at q rapid rate, till they reached the resi.
dence Of Mr. Blanchard's father. # 50


The bridegroom's companion was man Of
powerful muscle. While he kept his two an.
tagonists occupied, Blanchard touched the whip
to his father-in-law's high mettled steed, which
pursued the road Is Providence as If he had
been spurred by the evil one. ."' "


The combat was now equal and seemed,
likely to continue long; but the young men,
availing themselves Of temporary pause.
sprang to their chaise and were ont Of SIGHT
in tangent. @


Few objects. could be more lud|crous than
Cromwell and his wife thus left alone and ex-
hausted in the middle Of the road, far from their
own home. Both looked heartily ashamed Of
their defeat; and there was moments silence
before the termagant summoned heart enough
to speak, "Where do you suppose our horse