Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1848-03-08
A STORY OF LEAPXGAH.
BY JOE MILLER, JR.

Sam Smith sat at home, on New Years day
in dshabiIe. His heard was unshaved, his hair
was uncour5ed, his boots were unblacked, and
he was leaning back in picturesque attitude,
his heels against the mantle-piece smoking
cigar. Sam thought to himsefthat il was lea2
wear, and how glorious it would be if the ladies
could only be induced TO pop the question. in &C
cordance with their ancient privileges. As he
sat watching the smoke which So gracefully
cnrled, his fancy glowed with the idea. How
delightful it would be to have the dear creatures
fondng on him, and with tender glances en-
deavoring to do the agreeable. As he medita
ted his heart softened, and he began to feel a
soneamish, womanish sensihilitv dlffiIse itself
over his feelings, and thought he wonld faint
with propretvthe first time young lady should
squeeze his hand.
"Rar. rap, ran sounded the door. Sap
nepned through the Venetian blinds. "Mercv."
exclaimed he, sf here isn't Miss Jones, and In
dsh2hs and I9S6 9s p6 f Trn and
myself up."
As he left the room Miss Jones entered, and
with composed air intimated that she would
wait, Miss Susan Jones was firm believer
in woman's rights, and now that the season
was propitious, she determined to take advan.
tare thereof, and do a little counting on her
own hook 1t was one of womans privileges.
which had been usurped by the tyrant, man,and
she was determinedto assert her rights, in spite
of the hollow formalities of false system Of
society.
Meanwhile, with a FACILITATING heart, Sam
went through series of personal adornments.
The last twist was given to his collar, the last
curl to his whskers, and, with cambria in
hand, he descended to the parlor. Miss Jones
rushed to receive him, and grasping his hand
with fervor, said, "Dearest, how beautiful you
lock-" accompanying her words with glance
of unGisguised admiration.
ssSpare the bushes of modest young man."
said sam, applying bis cambria to his face to
hide his confusion.
"Nay, my love. why so coy?" said Susan: ',urn
not away those lovely eyes, dark as the JET. but
sparkling as the diamond. Listen to the vows
of fond affection. Here let US rest" said she,
drawing him to a sofa; "here with nv arm. a
round thee will protest my TRUE ahec'inn:
"I.eave me, oh, leave me, mnrmured Sam:
ssthink of nv youth, nv nexperlenoe-spare, on
spare, my palpitalng heart.
leave thee" said Susan, pressing him closer
TO her bosom: &" never, till the story of restless
nights, of unquiet days, of aspiration, fond emo
tions. and urdving love is laid before thee
Know that for years / have nursed for thee
secret nassicn Need tell you how each manly
beauty moved me: how wnrshipped i Ike sun
Anwer in the lurid light of those scarlet tress-
es: how nv fond heart was entrapped in the
meshes of those magnificent whskers: how
was willing to WELD up to the government. OF
that simeerisl:, thy manners. SO modest sn del
cate. enchantel me-joy to me-for thy jov
was nv joy--take it-but first lei me snatch
one kiss from those ruby lips"
The over-wrought feelings of the delicate
youth were two strong, and he tainted from ex-
cess of iov. Meanwhile the enamored maiden
hung fondlv over him. and
Slowly the eyes of Samuel Smith opened-he
oa7ed wildly around him-then meeting the
ardent gaze of his slower" he blushed deeply,
and behind his handkerchief family faltered out,
uAsk nv pa"