ONE OF THE RIGHT SORT.

Temuka Leader, Issue 1116, 9 June 1883, Page 3

ONE OF THE RIGHT SORT.

A Detroiter who was out in the country the other day to look alter some poultry, got stuck in a mudhole, although having a light buggy and a strong horse. He got out, took a rail off the fence, and was trying to pry the vehicle out when a strapping young woman, about 26 years of age, came along. She halted surveying the situation and said : 1 You stand by the horse while I heave on the rail, and don’t be afraid of getting mud on your hands and boots.’ Their united efforts released the vehicle, and the Detroiter returned thanks and asked her to get in and ride. She hesitated, looked up and down the road, and finally said : ‘ Stranger, I am blunt spoken. Who are you V He gave his name and residence, and she continued : • I am over 25, worth 500dol in cash know all about housework, and this is leap year,’ ‘ Yes, I know ; but for heaven’s sake don’t ask me to marry you !’ he replied, as he saw the drift. t See here,’ she continued, looking him square in the eye, ‘ I’m a straight girl, wear a No 7 shoe, and I likes the look of you.’ ‘ Yes ; but don’t—don’t talk that way to me V ‘ Stranger, it’s leap year, and I’m going to pop! Will you have me or not ?’ • X—l’m —ready married,’ he faltered. ‘ Honest Injun ?’ ‘ Yes.’ ‘ Well, that settles me, and I won’t ride. I’ll take a cut across the field

over to old Spooner’s. He’s got two sons and a fool nephew, and I’ll begin on the old man and pop the crowd clear down to the idiot, for I’ve slummixed around the world just as' long as I’m going to. „ Good-bye sir,; no harm done, —Detroit Free Press.