Faster and faster we came right up to the church door, and that mule brayed longer and louder than he ever did before.
Down I slid, and back on the home track I started as hard as I could run. I had not gone far when a horse and buggy came up behind me and a moment later I was sobbing on Charley’s breast.
He asked me to be his wife that day, and I have long since forgiven the mule, as he certainly brayed some courage into my Charles. Can you blame me for being an ardent admirer now of a mule?
MAMIE TAYLOR GEISSON.
Some men are natural born pall-bearers.
Ole Cotton-Tail
De white man bil’d de big rock fence,
He’s boss of all de lan’,