The Georgetown news., 1856-05-08
A Story of Leap Year.

Sam Smith sat at home on New Years
day in dishabile. His beared was un-
shaven, hair uncombed, boots unbacked,
and he was leaning back in a picturesque
attitude, with cigar in his mouth. Sam
thought it was leap-year, and how glorious
it would be if the ladies could be induced
to pop the question, in accordance with
their ancient privileges. AS ne sat watch
ing "the smoke that so gracefully curled, "
his fancy glowed with the idea how delight
full it would be to have the dear creatures
fondling on him, and with tender glances
endeavOring to do the agreeable. AS he
medi. ated his heart softened, and he began
to feel & squeamish, womanish sensibilitv
diffuse itself over his feelings, and thought
he would faint with propriety, the first time
a youns lady squeezed his hand.
Rap, rap, sounded at the door-Sam
peeped through the Venetian window blinds.
Mercy exclaimed he, if there isn't Miss
Jones, and / in dishabille, and looking like
fright-goodness gracious, l must go
right away and fix myself
AS he left the room Miss Jones entered,
and, with composed air, intimated that
she would wait.
Miss Susan Jones was firm believer in
wolAan's rights, and now that the season
was propitious, she determined to take ad-
vantage thereof, and do little counting on
her own account. 1t was one of .woman's
privileges, which had been usurped by the
tyrant man, and she was determined to as
sert her rights in spite of the hollow formal
tiles of false system of society.
Meantime, with palpitating heart, Sam
went through a series Of personal adorn-
ments. The last twist was given to his col
lar the last curl to his whiskers and with
cambric in hand, he descended co the par
lor. Miss Jones rushed to receive him, and
grasping his hand said
Dearest, how beautiful you look accom-
panying her words with look Vi undisgul5-
ed admiration.
Spare the bushes Of a modest young
man. said Sam, applying his cambria to his
face to hide his confusion.
Nay, my love, why SO ooy?' said Susan,
turn not away those lovely eyes-dark as
Jet, but sparkling as the diamond. List to
the vows of fond affection. Here let US
rest said she, drawing him to sofa, here
with my arm around thee will | protest my
true affection
Leave me, oh leave murmured Sam,
think of my youth, my ineZperience. Spare,
oh spare my palpitating heart
Leave thee, said Susan, pressing him
closer to her-'never, until the story of rest
less nights, of unquiet days, of aspirations,
fond emotions, and undying love is laid be-
fore thee. Know that for years | have
nursed for thee secret passion. Need |
tell the how much each manly beauty NOV
ed mellow worshipped like a sun-fower
in the lurid light of those scarlet tresses-
how my fond heart was entrapped in the
meshes of those magnificent whiskers-how
was willing to yield up to the government
of that imperial. Thy manners-so modest
so delicate, enchanted me-joy to me-for
thy JOY was my joy. My heart is thine
take it, but frs let me snatch kiss from
those ruby lips
The overweight feelings Of the delicate
youth were too strong, and he tainted from
excess of Joy Meanwhile the enamored
maiden hung fondly over him, and slowly
the eyes of Samuel Smith opened-he gazed
wildly around him, then meeting the ardent
gaze of his lover, he blushed deeply, and
from behind his handkerchief family faltered
out
ASK my Pa