Southern shield., 1849-04-28

importance was swelled up considerabl, with something, bat nobody couldn't oit 7 word out of him.
 MT. Doolittle didn't spare the lash afte, he got out of town, and with strainn eyes and palpitata hart, he soon reached tbf place appinted 10 meet the object of his con. sumin affecsions-
 Was she Thar? No! Yes! Is it? Yes, tha, she isl-the dear creater. The skirt of he, nankeen ridin dress, what sets close to her angelic form, futterin in the breeze, She stands timidly crouchin in the fence holdin her vale close over her lovely face, tremJIin in every jint for fear she thought be d,s- covered and tore away from the arms oi her devoted Ebenezer!
 Dearest angelp ses he, in love voice.
 'Oh, Ebenezerp and she kind O fell in his arms.
 Compose yourself, my love- Oh, if father should-'
 Don't fear, dearest creature. My arm shall protect you agin the world And he was jest gwine to pull away her vale 10 kiss her
 'Opses she, didn't hearsomebodv comin?'
 'Eh?' ses he, lookin round. Let's git in, my dear.'
 And with that he helped her into the barouche, and contented himself with inn printin burnin kiss that almost singed the kid glove on her dear little hand, as he closed the door. Then jumpin or the front seat, he drove as fast as he could 10 town, encouragin her all the way and swarin to her how he would love her and make her happy, and tellin how her father and mother would forgive her and think jest as much of her as ever.
 Pore gall! she was so terribly agitated that she couldn't do nothin but sob and cry, which made MT. Dooltte love her more and, sware~ the harder.
 When they got to the Squire's office, and the boys that was on watch seed him help her out of the barouche, everybody knowd her at once, in spite of her disguise, and sich another excitement was never seed in Pineville. Sum of the fellers was half out of ther scnsessyadibyas necessary to hurry the ceremony over as quick as possible for fear of bein interrupted by the row that was evidently bruin.
 Be quick, Squire,' ses Doolttle, handin out the license, and shakin like he had a ager, for Miss Darling very uchagitated'
 The Squire hardly waited to wipe; his spectacles, and didn't take time to enjoy himself in readin the ceremony slow, and putin the demi-semi-quivers in his voice like he always did, The noise was gettin louder and louder out of doors and sumbody was knockin to git in.
 'Ohp ses Betty, leanin on MT. Doolittle's arm for support.
 Go on,' se Doolttle, prossin her to his side, his eyes on the Squire, and his face as white as a sheet.
 Open the door, Rogers,' ses a hoarse voice outside.
 But the Squire didn't hear nothin til he pronounced the last words of the ceremony, and Ebenezer DooIittle and Elizabeth Dar- ling was pronounced man and wife.
 Jest then the door opened. In rushed old MT. Darling and Bill, and sam Darling, followed by whole heap of felers.
 The bride screamed and fell into the arms of the triumphant DoolittIe.
 'Take hold of herr ses old Darling flurish- en his cane over his he'd. Take hold ot the huzzyp
 Stand offp ses Doolittle, throWin himself in real stage attitude, and supportln hls faintin bride on one arm. Stand oil, old man! She is my lawful wife, and l claim the protection of the law
 Knock him doWnl- take hold ot him!' ses half dozen: and Bill Darling grabbed the bridegroom by the neck, while Squire Rogers jumped up on the table and holler- ntb right 10 said tract of lana so purcnaseu, III -'--~.-~e nfs inlormaLty, or any lrregula ed out mum
 I command the peace I command the peace in the name of the State of GeorgiaP
 She's my wife!-my lawful wifer shout ed Doolittle. I call upon the law!'
 Jest then the bride got over her faintin fit and raised her droopin hed,-the vale fell of, and-oh, cruel fate Mr. Ebenezer Doolittle stood petrifed with horror, holdin ; in his arms not Miss Betty but Miss Betty'S ( one of the blackesi niggers in | Georgia, who, at that interestin crisis, rolled Z her eyes upon him like two peeled onions, [ md throwin her arms around his neck, 2 a Dis is my dear husband what Miss Betty | yin me her own selt' r Sch shout as did follerl : Go to the devil, you black--' ses )oolittle, tryin to pull away from her.
 Stick to him, Silla,' seS the fellers, 'he's ours accordin to law Old Squire Rogers looked like he'd mar jed his last couple, pore old man, and hadn't st word to say for himself. The boys and $ oung Darling like to laughed themselves to b eth while old Darling who was mad as a Il ornet, was gwine to have Doolttle arrest D. for nigger stealing, right off.
 Pore Doolittle! He made out, at last, to al