Amador weekly ledger., 1857-12-26
A DAY IN PETTIcoATs.
BY a MODEST MAN.

81 couldn't think of such thing"
But you must. My happmcssdepeuds on
it, Here, put on the thing-nm-bobs."
And my friend, Bob Styles, held up before
my gaze suit of femaninc apparel
His idea was that | should personate his
lady-loye for one day, to prevent anybody
from suspecting the truth--namely, that She
had joined him in runaway marriage party
until it should be too late for interferencc
that is, until the minister could have tied a
knot between them, that nothing but spe-
ca grant Of the Legislature could unite.
This scheme was not actually so absurd as
it appeared at first sight. Maggie Lee was
tall, queenly woman, with an almost mas
cuine air, and, at that time, / had n very
slight lorm-almost elleminate, so that in fact
there was really but little difference in that
point. Then had light hair, tolerably long,
and fresh complexion. Part my hair in the
middle, and put bonnet on my head and few
persons would have suspected but what was
really one of the softer sex These aecessos
ries also gave me quite a decided resemblance
to Maggie Lee, especially when, as in this
case the disguise was her own.
Then the day chosen for the runaway match
was an suspicious one. Maggic's father was
to drive her to D., a small village near
where she lived, and there was to join a sail
ing party down D river, to the grove
three miles below, from which the party was
to return in the evening in carriages
Our plan was that l should be in waiting
in the village, aud should go on the boat with
the sailing party, while Maggie, after leaving
her father, should ship oil with Bob Styles,
across the country
AT last got dressed, and presented my
self before Maggie Lee, blushing considera-
bly,. ]. felt very much pinehed about the
waist, and experienced az, uncomfortable con
sciousness that my-my-sh were
too short, or wanting altogether
Everything finished in the way Of toilet,
Bob Styles took me into his light wagon,
drove me over to D., by a secluded route,
aud left me at the hotel where the sailing par
ty was to assemble. Several Of the pic
nickers were already there, and they greeted
my cavalier cordially, Everybody knew Bob
Styles asking if he was going with them,
etc lie told them he was not.
Pressing business engagements, yon know,
and all that sort OF thing. Deuced sorry |
can't go, though, / had just time to bring
Miss Lee over, and now I'm off. Mr. Binl-
by this is Miss Lee. Miss Withergall, Miss
Lee; and he ratified off long string of in
Productions, which convinced me that but few
Of the company were acquainted with the
young lady whom | was thus personating-a
very fortunate thing for the preservation ol
my disguise.
Mr.. Bimby tall legal-looking man, witt
hook-nose, eye-glass aud fluffy hair, seemed
to be prepossessed with my persoaeiie, and
heard him whisper to Bob Styles, as he went
out:
''Nice looking girl, that Miss Lee"
"Yes,n answered Bob, with mischievou'
glance at me: "she IS a nice girl, though o
little go-ahead sometimes. Keep little
lookout on her, will you!p-then, lowering
his yoce-"not bad match for you, old fel
low, she is rich"
us she!D said Mr. Bimby, bis interest
deepening.
"On my honor" replied Bob "Forty
thousand dollars in her own right. Day
dayp and he was gone.
MugglC lItct uiOl"i Iic"enlS thal sHe was
had told her father that the sailing part,
was to assemble in another hotel, and thithel
he had taken her. Having business in d. h,
left her there, merely saying that he woalt
send the carriage for her.at the proper time
She like dutilul daughter, kissed him, bic
him goodbye, and before he had gone hun
dred rods, took seat in Bob Styles ligh
wagon, which had been driven up to the bacl
door as Mr. Lees carriage drove away iron
the 'front.' and the old story of headstrons
love and prejudieed age was enacted owe
again.
AS for us, of the picnic excursion, We ha,
delightful sail down to the Grove but some
how could not enjoy it as much as | ongh
to have done. When walked on board th
hoot I felt awkward MS If everybody wa