[The Blunders of a Bashful Man by Metta Victoria Fuller Victor]@TWC D-Link bookThe Blunders of a Bashful Man CHAPTER XII 10/10
I calculate to marry you right off.
Will you inquire around for a clergyman? or shall I do it myself ?" "I will go," I said, quickly. "P'raps I'd better go 'long," she said, suspiciously, and as I arose she followed suit, and we walked down the car together, she twice asking in a loud voice if there was a minister on board. "One in the next car," at last spoke a fellow, looking at us with a broad grin. We stepped out on the platform to enter the next car--now was my time--now or never! I looked at the ground--it was tolerably level and covered with grass; the train was running at moderate speed; there was but one way to escape my tormentor.
Making my calculations as accurately as possible, I suddenly leaped from the steps of the car; my head and feet seemed driven into one another; I rolled over and over--thought I was dead, was surprised to find I was not dead, picked myself up, shook myself. "Ha! ha! ha!" I laughed hysterically; "I'm out of that scrape, anyway!" "Oh, are you ?" said a voice behind me. I whirled about.
As true as I'm writing this, there stood that girl! Her hat was knocked off, her nose was bleeding, but she was smiling right in my face. I cast a look of anguish at the retreating train.
No one had noticed our mad leap; and the cars were gliding smoothly away--away--leaving me alone on the wide plains with that determined female!.
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