Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1857-12-17

looked at me IN apparent astonlshment at
such a voice, and wanted to laugh all the
more. Fortunately, Mr.. Bimby came to my
rescue at the moment, and edged himself in
among the crinoline.
"May I sit here? he asked, pointing to
a low stool near me-
Certainly" simpered, in my high fall
isetto.
"Ah, thank you," said Bimby-with a
Ilackadistical air, which nauseated me, as
coming from one man to another-''you are
as kind as you are fascinating~
You fatter me!'
Il? No, indeed; praise Of you cannot be
fattery. Miss Lee"
''Oh, sir, really, you are very naughty
man, said, in the most feminine tone [
could command.
He cast a Ian gushing glance at me through
the black lace veil and fairly began to
fear for his feelings"
We soon arrived at the grove, and found
our band-engaged beforehand awaiting
u.s. Of course dancing was the first amuse-
ment, and lawyer Bimby led me out for
schottishe. It was hard at first for me to
take the lady's part in my dance, but | soon
got accustomed to it. When waltz was
proposed, I resolved to have little amuse-
ment at the expense of the unfortunate
Bimby.
I had first made him purposely jealous,
by dancing with two other young fellows,
one of whom knew, in my own character,
but who never suspected me as Maggie Lee.
This young man, who was great woman
killer-a sort of easy, devil may care rascal,
who made the ladies run after him, by his
alternate wrath of action and GOODNESS of pro-
testation-I selected to ''play off, against
my legal admirer. [ allowed him to hold
me very closely and occasionally look at him
with half fascinating expression. When
we stopped dancing, he led me to my seat,
keeping his arm about my waist, and [ per-
mitted it.
Having thus stirred Bimby up to feats Of
wrathful valor, asked one of the gentlemen
to direct the musicians to play waltz
Bimby came Immediately.
"Ahem-a Miss Lee, shall Ia, have
the honor Of -a-trying a waltz with you p
I smiled graceful aoquivsocnve and we
commenced
| Now, [ ain an old stager at Waltzing. l
can keep it up longer than any non-profcs-
sional dancer, male or female, whom [ ever
met. AS long as the Cachuca OR schoune-
brunnen ring in my ears, can 60 on if it
is for year Not so Bimby. He plead
want of practice, and acknowledged that he
soon got dizzy.
'sAha, old boy" thought I, 'Ill give
you turn, thenr'
But | only smiled, and said that should
probably get tired fist.
ooh yes ?" he exclaimed, ':of course:
can waltz as lcng as any one lady, but not
much more
For the first three minutes, my cavalier
did we'll. He went smoothly and evenly,
but at the expiration of that time, began to
grow warm. Five minutes elapsed, and
Bimby's breath became harder and harder.
On we went, however, and [ scorned to no.
tice his slackening up at every round, when
we passed my seat. After some ten or twelve
minutes, the wretched man gasped out be
tween his steps.
''Ah. a-are you not get getting
tired %
ooh, no PIP burst forth, as cody as il
we were riding round the room-''oh no, ]
feel as if [ could waltz all night"
4 The look of despair that he gave was ter.
rible to see.
I was bound to see him through, however
and we kept at it. Bimby staggered, ane
made wild steps, in all directions. His shirt
collar wilted, his eyes protruded. his jaws
hang down; and, altogether, I saw he coule
not hold out much longer
"Thisis is delightful, +" said composedly,-
s:and you, Mr.. Bimby, waltz so easily"
"Puff-puf- yes-on-puf
: very-puff delightful, gasped he.
"Don't you think it ought to 60 little
, faster?''
He rolled his eyes heavenward in agony
"Ah, puf-puff Il don't-ah-puf-
, don't know
So, when we neared the musicians, [ said
''Faster if you please-faster and they
played la whirlwind
Poor Bimby threw his feet about like {
fast PAGER, and revolved after the manner
, Of tetotum which was nearly run down.
At last he staggered a step backwards, anc
spinning eccentrically away from me, pitch
ed headlong into the midst of small bevy
of ladies in the corner [ turned arouno
, cody, and walking to my seat, sent the
young woman-killer for glass of ice water
, The miserable lawyer recovered his senses
Just in time to see me thank his rival fol
the water.
[ got some idea from this, Of the fun tht
f young ladies find in tormenting us poor de-
wills of the other sex
f At this juncture, and before Mr.. Bimby
< had time to apologize for his accident, littl
| Jennie came running into the pavilion whicl
| served as ball room As she came near