Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1849-11-24

ne Delighted voting lady was trying to
conceal her face, which had called forth
Walters exclamation. I ni .fiH
eyes, it is getting colder; it is nearly
dark - and SO it was. Walter had boat
cloak, and after very little trouble he was
permitted to wrap 1t around her lovely
form; and somehow or other his arm went
with it, and in the confusion he was very
close to her, and his arm was around her
waist, outside the cloak though then he
had to put his face down to hear what she
said, and somehow those long ringlets of
soft, silky hear, was playing across his
cheek. Human nature could not and would
not stand il any longerj and Walter, the
modest Walter, drew his arm closer than
ever, and pressed upon the warm rosy lips
OF his beautiful fellow-traveller, glowing,
burning, regular East India, Bombay kiss,
and then bushed himself at the mischief
he had done, and waited for THE stage to
upset or something else TO happen; but no,
she had not made any resistance; on the
contrary, he felt very distinctly, that she
had returned the kiss the very first kiss
too ne had ever pressed upon a woman's
lips since he gave parting kiss to little
Mary Fuller, and he would have sworn he
heard her saying something, (about the very
moment he had given that first long kiss of
youth and love,) that sounded like "Dear,
dear Walter" He tried the experiment
again, and before the stage had fairly reach
ed the village, he had kissed and re.kissed
her, and she had paid them back kiss for
kiss at least Il hundred times.
The slage was now entering the village.
In a few moments he would be at Mary
Fuller's house. He thought of her, and he
felt ashamed and downright guilty., What
would Mary, his 'little WIFE that was to be,
say, if she knew he had been acting so
As these things passed rapidly through his
mind, he began TO study how TO get out of
the affair quietly and decently.
"You go in the stage, suppose, to the
next town, or perhaps still farther!
''Oh, no! not me.'
What could she mean? But he had no
time to indulge in conjecture the stage
drove up slap in front of Parson Fuller's
door, and there was the venerable parson
and his good lady in the door way; he
with lamp in his hand, all ready TO re-
ceive-Walter, as he supposed.
"Where will you stop in the village!
I will come and see you! 81 shall stop
where you stop. / won't leave you.-
Here you have been kissing me this last
half hour, and now you went to run away
and leave me. l am determined to expose
you to that old clergyman and his wife in
the doorway yonder. More than that,
your ''darling little wife" that is to be, as
you called her in the stage, shall know all
about it," .-...
What situation for modest, moral
man. l: was awful. To be laughed at
exposed: and who was she ! Could it be
possible! He had heard of such charac-
ters 1t must be but she was very pretty;
and he to be the means of bringing such a
creature in the very house of the good and
pious old clergyman and his sweet old pet
and playmate-his Mary Fuller! He saw
it all. It was judgment sent upon him.
What business had he to be kissing strange
girl if she was pretty! His uncle and aunt
had come clear down the stone.walk to the
door-yard gate, almost to the stage door,
which the driver had opened Walter felt
that he was doomed but he had to get out.
''Don't, for GODS sake, expose me, young
woman / will-get out"
"Oh," thought Walter, ''it's all over with
me :" and now he shakes hands with the
clergy and filings his arms around the
aunt
"Mary," exclaims the mother; sour
Mary in the stage, as live! So, so; you
would come up with your cousin, eh :"
ayes, mother; and what do you think
the impudent East Indian has been doing
He has kissed me at least hundred times,
and that isn't all; he tried to persuade me
TO keep on in the stage, and not get out at
ALL"
"Ah, no wonder he kissed you; he hasn't
seen you for some years. How glad you
must have been when you met! But what
is the matter with you, Walter? Let the
driver stop and leave your trunk at your
fathers, as he goes by, and do you come
into the house. Why, what is the matter
Are you dumb? 2"
eAren't you ashamed of yourself, Wal
ter, not to speak to my mother, when she
is talking to you" chimed in Miss Molly
Walter now found his voice, and before
he got fairly inside, Miss Mary was his
debtor for round dozen Of kisses which
she took very kindly. But as for Walter
his mind was made up. He had turned
over the subject during the last three min.
utes. He would marry that strange girl
He was grateful; she had saved him from
degradation, loss of character, and every
thing else; but would she forgive hun fol
being so free with strange girl in stag,
coach! Doubtful; but she would have th,
chance at any rate.
The wanderer received glad welcom,
from his family and friends in his old native
/ village; and Mary Fuller was his travel
ling companion about the place; and to
I.gether they crossed the door-sill of ever,
, old Arm house within circle OF five mile
! round. Walter had seen enough OF th
, outside Of the great world. He had mad
some money, too, enough for his modes
; wants; he was old enough to marry-an,
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