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The Blunders of a Bashful Man

CHAPTER XII
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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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