The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1857-12-10

. could command
He cast languishing 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 before hand
waiting us. OF course, dancing was the
first amusement, and lawyer Binby led
; me out for schottische 1t was hard,
, at first, for ME to take the lady's part in
!, my dance, but | soon got accustomed to
1t. When waltz was proposed, re-
solved to have little amusement at the
expense Of the unfortunate Bimby.
had first made him properly Jealous,
by dancing with two other fellows, one
OF whom | knew, in my own character,
but who never suspected me as Maggie
Lee. This young man, who was a great
woman klller-a sort of devil-may-care
rascal, who made the ladies run after him,
by his alternate wrath of action and cool
ness of protestation-I selected to play
off against my legal admirer. | allowed
him to hold me very closely, and occa-
sionly looked at him with half fascina-
ting expression. When we stopped dane
ing he led me to my seat, keeping his
arm about my waist, and l permitted 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 up immedi-
ately.
'Ahem-a Miss Lee, shall Ia have
the honor of-a-trying a waltz with
you ?
l smiled gracious acquiescence, and
we commenced
Now, | am an old stager at waltzing I
can keep it up longer than any non-pro-
fessional dancer, male or female, whom I
ever met. As long as the Cachucha or
Schonnebrunncn ring in my ears, | can
/ go on, if it is for year.
| Not so, Bimby. He plead want of
practice, and acknowledged that he soon
got dizzy.
aha, old boy thought I, "Tll give
you turn then !"
! But [ only smiled, and said that I
should probably get tired first.
'Oh yes he exclaimed, 'of course l
can waltz as long as any one lady, but not
much more
For the first three minutes my cavalier
did well He went smoothly and evenly,
but at the expiration of that time, he be-
gan to grow warm. Five minutes elapsed
and Bimby's breath came harder and
harder On we went, however, and [
scorned to notice his slackening up at
every round, when we passed my seat
After some ten or twelve minutes, the
wretched man gasped out between his
steps:
'Ah, are you not a-get-getting tired?
'Oh, no = burst forth, as coolly as if
we were riding round the room Oh, no,
| feel as if | could waltz all night
The look of despair that he gave was
terrible to see.
was bound to see him through, how
ever, and we keptat it. Bimby staggered,
and made wild steps in all directions. His
shirt collar wilted, his eyes protruded, his
jaw hung down and, altogether, [ saw he
could not hold up much longer
This is delightful [ said composedly
and you Mr.. Bimby, waltz so easilyp
Puff-puff-ah-puff-yes-oh-
puf-very-puf-d gasped
he.
Don't you think it ought to go alittle
faster ?
He rolled his eyes heavenward in agony.
'Ah, puf-puff-I don't-ah-puf
don't know
So, when we neared the musicians I
said, faster, if you please faSterp and
they played III whirlwind.
Poor Bimby threw his feet about like
fast PAGER, and revolved after the mau-
ner Of teetotum which was nearly run
down. At last he staggered step back
wards, and spinning excentrically away
from me, pitched headlong into the midst
of small bevy of ladies in corner. I
turned around coolIy, and walked to my
seat, and sent the young woman killer for
glass Of ice water
The miserable lawyer recovered his SEN
ses just in time to see me thank his rival
for the water.
[ got some idea from this, of the fun
young ladies find in tormenting US poor
devils Of the other sex.
At this junction, before Mr Bimby had
time to apologize for his accident, little
Jennie came running into the pavilion
which served as a ball room. As see came
near, perceived that her hands were
clinched tightly in her dress, and l posi-
lively shuddered, as she whispered to ne
ooh, Maggie. come and help me fix my
skirts-they are all coming down?
What should | do? | was in agony.
4 cold Precipitation broke out upon my
forehead | wished myself a thousand
miles away, and mathematical Bob Styles
masquerading project inwardly, with fear
| fIl maledictions.