Tri-weekly journal. (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1847-188?, 1847-10-07
BILL JINKEN'S TROUBLES ON THE
FIRST NIGHT OF HIS MARRIAGE!

Bill Jinkins was very modest man; and
although he had mingled with the world at
barbecues, shooting matches, barrooms, and
al many of the ct ceterG places where men
may occasionally be found-yet he was mod
est, very-whenever placed IN the company
of ladies'. He lrembled when pretty girl
would speak TO him, and felt like culprii
at the stand when he was called upon 10
''see So-and- so-home." Bill could never
explain or account for this singular timidty.
He would sing, frolic, and be as wild as
Rover, among men, but a pelticoat would
unneTve him instantly.
Lucy Ann Lggons, young widow; had
"set hercap" for Bill, and was determined
10 "head him or dies Bill, to tell the truth
loved Lucy, and was as miserable out Of her
company, as he was tmid in it-but as TO
"popping the question:" that was impossible.
Lucy knit purses, hemed handkerchiels,
worked shirt bosoms, and gave them to jim
kins, as well as several gold rings, but still,
Bill ''would not propose" Luc, declared 10
him repeatedly that she loved him, and was
miserable when he was absent from her, and
her happiness in life depended upon being
| his wile-but Bill was dumb. AT last, Lucy
was determined that he should shear thun-
DER" aud when he next visited her, after
some preliminary soit talk on her part, she
very afiechonately said, "Billy, my dear,
when are you going TO ask me 10 marry
you? for | want 10 get my dress ready"
Bill tainted on the spot, and hartshorn and
water were applied for an hour before he
was finally restored 4 ...-,...-
"What has been the matter, Miss Lucy 2"
"Oh, nothing much: you tainted when
you were about 10 ask me 10 marry YOU
but told you yes land oh, how happy we
will be when we are marriedi-I will love
you so dearly; and as you said next Tues
day, why, am willing the wedding should
be then-my dear Billy, how | do love YOU
! 81 am willing, Miss Lucy" was all that
Jenkins could artIculate, while Lucy almost
kissed him into fits. What a glorious vic
tory!
Here we ought TO stop, but justice TO our
narrative requires that we should proceed to
the finale.
The "next Tuesday" had come, and jim
kins was trembling at the approach Of even
ing-someihing seemed TO harrow up his
mind, and to no friend even would be com.
municate his deep distress.
'You are not afraid, certainly, to 90 up
and get married-why, 10 marry such beau
iilul, charming, and intellectual being as
Mrs. Liggons, should wishthat time would
fly like news upon the Electric Telegraph
line. Cheer up, Jinkins-cheer up"
"Oh," replied Bill, ''you don't know what
distresses me. can go up and get married
that is easy enough-but there is some
thing--l know i'll feel il--there is one
thing | am satisfied never will be able TO
do, unless Lucy will assist me-"
"Expain YOURSELF" replied his friend
''and il | can, with propriety, will endeavor
to make you comfortable"
But Jinkins could not explain-he dared
MOTT was his timidity-he saw the Rubi-
con before him, and he knew he could not
pass it--but he was determined tc get mar
ried, and trust TO luck and Lucy.
The night came, and they were married
All were merry; the laugh, the chat, the son !,
and the dance, made up lively party until
Inidnight-they commenced to dispense, and
at one o'clock, Bill Jinkins was left "solita-
ry and alone," in the hail. Lucy Ann had
retired, and her bridesmaids were off in dis
iant room. Bill Jinkins s. walters and friends
had gone home with the ladies. Bill was
now at the point where he thought his firm
ness would fail him. His situation was a
peculiar one. He was not certain which
was Lucy AIMS loom, although he had been
told-and even had he known, he could not
60 10 it.
The Waterman cried "past two O'Clock"
and yet Jinkins was still alone and appa-
rently engaged in perusing an old altman ac,
which by chance had been left in his coat
pocket. An old female darkey, who resided
in the family, had been prevailed upon by
the ladies', who noticed Jinkins' bashfulness,
TO show him his bedroom, and she accord
ingly introduced herself to him in as modest
a style as she we'll could.
"Mr. Jinkins," said she, sits past two
o'clock"
"Oh, yes-I know tim going home in
few minutes. Old woman where is my
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