Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1856-12-06

and, looking round him in the street
"nobody (hic) passing. I'll sreak t
her. How dye do, ma 'amr he contin,
ued in bis most fascinating tone ~
think I've seen you (hic) before, som'ers.' ;
The face smiled assentingIy.
Thought so," be added, confirmed in
his bic belief 'Charm (hic) nigh,
'zz'nt' z'% sposs =, you 'eoo'Iect me-
The still looked sociable, but did moi
say where she had seen him before.
"Guess somebody in there's asleep.
all right-all right! Don't wake 'em
up, p'raps. Ne'er mind where it was
ma'am. Must be som'ers. Had very
'greeable time that time, didn't we."
This last was accompanied with what
was intended in pantom;me, to signify a
sly poke in the ribs, but the finger, going
against the window pane, reminded him
that they were separated.
"'Spose she's watched and don't
speak. III (hic) make moshun to
her." and he beckoned iasinuatingly for
her to come out. Just then the flicker.
ing of the street gas-lights made it ap-
pear to shake, as if negatively, to the
proposition; bnt he continued to smile
and look Of intelligence convinced him
that she would like to if she cared.
IVY Nants to come out and walk. but
dasn't. Shame! Derned shame to keep
a woman housed up SO. 'Spose she's
got some (hic) brute Of a husband, jeal
Gus as the e-(bic) and tight all the
time. Wish my wife was half as good
looking. There she looks s if she said
something then. (she swaying light
made it appear SOY What did you
please to say, ma'am?" said he, putting
bis ear close to the pane, to catch the
slightest whisper. But he heard moth
ing. He looked Al her again.
"Knows enough if she don't say
much," he muttered +; tell by little
what good deal means. Perhaps she
asked me in!'' Staggering to the door
Of the dwelling house, as he took it to
be. lie found it fastened. So be went
back.
"Is the husband at home!"
Face smiled afhrmatively.
"Now that's what | call unfortunit -
Brute Of husband at home-and (hic)
tight Of course. Gone to bed with his
boots on. Don't you take 'em of,
ma'am W said lie, shaking his head a:
picture, with looS Of indignant sympa.
thy, IF he goes to bed with his boots on,
don't you take 'em of, and when he
wakes up he'll be ashamed Of 'imself, if
he's got any shame in him! Can't you
come out. Nor
The smiling feature seemed to say
NO" !" again. "Cant you really"
Hello, there! What are you doing!
Trying to stave in the windowl" ex
claimed 4 watchman who had been vain
Iy trying p find out what the enamored
individual was after, who, with both
hands in his breeches pockets, had been
tilting "forward and back" now on bis
heels and now on bis toes, while now
and then his hat jumped against the
glass in dangerous manner.
''lf you're fond Of pictures, yon'd bet-
ter come and see 'e,n when you ain't
tight. Come, trot along, or I'll take you
to the station"
"Gu,d night, ma'am," said the smit.
ten one. touching bis hat, "ses you again
never fear-when there's no danger
Of interruption. Good night, old boy,"
to the watchman, aud the tight man
walked away, intending to visit the place
next d~y-but he forgets where II was.
B0ston Evening Ledger.