The Sierra citizen., 1854-10-07
Dovnieyle Sierra County California Saturday. October T. 1854


Thanks to my sister-in-law, ,ifshe put me into
the ice, she got me out again, for her tongue
ran pit pat, Glitter. clatter, as married
woman's tongue will run, you know. So
getting breath, and with my breath conf.
dence, | bust out all of a suddcn-"How
do you do, Miss Jones' AS my sister
in-law and Miss Jones had been talking
right straight along without any reference
to me at all, who had sat silent as Man
DARN. This sudden spasm quite startled
them; my sister-in-law ha ha had right
OUT Miss j. blushing like carnation Or
scarlet dahlia, in fine silvery voice,
said:
"Quite well, Mr.. Fox, thank you"
"Tha-thank you," l involuntarily
echoed
"Ha ha ha!" roared my sister-in-law.
charlotte p says l, in voice of such
absolute frmness that it quite checked
her cachinatory CALCULATIONS. l had arisen
from my seat to make this determined
effort at elocution. / raised my hand to
give it force, and fruitlessly waved it once
or twice more, to give the grand flourish
to the rest of my remarks, butt was
done-could not get off another word, and
SO, with hurried motion I snatched up
my hat and bolted out Of the room!
God knows how my sister-in-law straight
ened things with Miss Jones, but l felt
worse than a kill-sheep dog. felt so
ashamed of my stupidity, that next day,
In revenge upon myself, l not only went
smack back over to Mrs. Jones to make
on apology for my rudeness, but during
my stay there-the alarming space of five
consecutive minutes, l accepted from the
pretty lips of Miss Jones, an invitation to
attend whist party ut the residence of
the Misses Degrand, the next evening. |
felt bold as sheep! as / marched over
home after such display of cool courage
and selfpossession, and upon my sister-in-
law meeting me in the vcstibule, and
saying:
"Why Frank, thought saw you going
into Squire Jones ?"
"Well, of course you did," says l, bold
as two sheep.
"You are nightly tickled, Frank, what
is the matter?"
Lofty says /, twitching up my shirt
collar, and viewing my frizzled head in
the glass, Lofty, I'm going to party"
"You are ?" said she.
II ann.
"Where, Frank, at Miss Jones? ?"
"No. At the Misses Degrand's, says l.
LA Frank !"
"Yes, nam! p responded, with perfect
distinctness."
"Hurrah for you, Frank. Good"
cried Lofty" and she continued, "who are
you going with, Lizzic?''
mo, by myself. of course. What
should l go with ?"
"Why, Miss Jones, you BOBBY, hasn't
she invited your"
"N-no," l hcsitatingly replied. She
invited me to attend the party, l said /
would, but she didn't ask me to 90 with
her..
"Oh ! you goose! laughingly exclaimed
Lofty, "why Frank, you are the greatest
BOBBY "a"
| heard no more, for l cleared out to.
reflect upon the now apparent fix / was
getting my fathers son into. From that
time to the hour of p. m., next day, l
was in a twitter of excitement. Urged
by my sister-in-law. I ''fxed up" to the
mines; such dandy jack" as l appeared
never illuminated that region before or
since, I'll engage. All ready, off l goes,
to Miss Jones' l pulled the bell with
a most nervous twitch; | walked in with
fear and misgivings in the parlor sat not
only Miss Jores, but her two cousins the
old lady, a maiden aunt and some four or
five OF Junior branches ofthe Jones family.
l placed my hat on the centre table, and
it fell off; picked it up and in doing SO
hit my nose against apile of gilt-edged
literature and down it came pell nell, but
the children came to my rescue, and l
finally found myself armed by lady on
each side-the cousins! Imagine my
feelings-Miss Jones going in advance en-
route down the avenue, to the portly resi-
dence Of the Misses Degrand. We enter
ed the vestibule; had not spokeb word
all the way, the pretty cousins and Miss
Jones doing heap of conversation. In