The Best American Humorous Short Stories

where a quaint little two-story building, with a mossy watering-trough out in front, nestled unde

dim, weather-flecked letters on a cracked board, that this was the "Tutt House." A gray-headed man, in b

" exclaimed the pretty daughter. "How I

ning, Evelyn," replied her mother indifferently.

tty daughter had been looking at the picturesque

ehind me," she directed. "There is qu

aze had been before directed, and she never quivered an eyelash. The young man seemed very uncomfortable, and he tried

other avenue of trees when the dri

e the coach. A loud roaring could be heard, both ahead and in the rear, a sharp splitting like a f

and poised his weight above the brake as they plunged at terrific speed down a steep grade. The roaring was louder th

river, and, for the second time, he

ter, Ralph," said the b

ng man swung out and as

ne it. You see the holler there? Well, they's ten foot o' water in it, an' it had ort to be stone dry. The bridg

topography of the place, and

e eye on the pretty daughter, "and we shall have to stop over nig

thought he caught a swift, direct gleam fr

still stared, without the slightest trace of interest in anything else, a

eculating on the possibility of a cigar and a glass, and maybe a good story or two, or possib