Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1857-07-01
BILL JENKINS TROUBLE ON THE FIRST
NIGHT OF HIS MARRIAGE.

and although he had mingled with the world
at barbecues, bar-rooms, and at many of the
ct cetera places where men may occasionally
be found-yet he was very modest, very
whenever placed in the company of ladies'
He trembled whenever a pretty girl would
speak to him, and felt like a culprit at the
stand when called upon to see ''Miss So and
So home." Bill could never explain or ac-
count for this most singular timidity. He
would sing, frolic, and be as wild as Rover,
among mer, but petticoas would unnerve
him instantly.
Lucy Ann Liggins had &C set her cap for
Bill, and it was determined to &C lea6 him or
die" Bill, to tell the truth, loved Lucy,
and was as miserable out of her company as
he was timid in it-but, as to 's popping the
question" that was impossible. Lucy knit
purses, hemmed handkerchiefs, worked shirt
bosoms, and gave them to jenkins, as well as
several gold rings, but still Bill would not
propose. Lucy declared to him repeatedly
that she loved him, and that she was Inisera-
BILE when he was absent from her, and her
happiness in life depended upon being his
wife-but Bill was dumb. At last Lucy was
determined that he should 's hear thunder"
and when he next visited her. after some pre-
liminary soft talk on her part, she very affcc-
tionately said
BILLY, my dear, when are you going to
ask me to marry you? for L want to get my
dress ready"
Bill tainted on the spot, and hartshorn and
water were applied for half an hour before he
was finally restored.
"What has been the matter, Miss Lucy %
''Oh, nothing much you tainted when
you were about to ask me to marry you-but
l told you yes-and, oh how happy we viii
be when we are married l will Noye you so
dearly; and as you said next Tuesday, why,
1 am willing the wedding should be then-my
dear Billy, how do love you p
g am willing, Miss Lucy" was all that
Jenkins could articulate, while Lucy almost
kissed him into fits. What glorious vic
tory!
Here we ought to stop, but justice to onr
| narrative requires that we should proceed to
the finale
The next Tuesday had come, and jenkins
was trembling at the approach of evening
something seemed to harrow up his mind,
and to no friend, even, would he communi-
cate his deep distress.
You are not afrsid, certainly, to 90 up
and get married-why, to marry such a
beautiful, charming and intellectual being as
Miss Liggins, should wish that time would
fly like news upon the electric telegraph line;
cheer up, Jenkins-cheer up!''
"Oh," replied Bill, you don'tk know what
distresses me. can go up and get married
that is easy enough but there is something
i know it feel it am satisfied of one
thing never will be able to do, unless Lucy
will assist me-"
(" Explain yourself" replied his friend,
"and if can, with propriety, will endeav-
or to render you comfortable
But jenkins could not explain. He dared
not; it was timidity he saw the Rubicon
before him and he knew he could not pass it;
but he was determined to get married, and
trust to luck and Lucy.
The night came, and they were married.
All were merry, the laugh, the song, the chat,
and the dance made up lively party until
midnight-they commenced to disperse; and
at one o'clock, Bill Jenkins was left 'soli-
tary and alone in the hall. Lucy Ann had
retired, and her bridesmaids were off in a
distant room. Bill was now at the point
where he thought his courage would fail him.
His situation was peculiar enc. Ho was
not certain which was Lucy AIMS room, al
though he had been told, and even if he had
known. he could not 60 to it.