Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1857-07-30
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From Porter's Spirit of the Times.
BILL JENKINS TROUBLES.


bled whenever pretty girl would speak to
him, and felt like culprit at the stand,
when called upon to see "Miss .So-and So
home" Bill could never explain or account
fol this most singular timidity. He would
s'us, frolic, and be as wild as Rover a
mong men, but petticoat would unnerve
him instantly,
Lucy Ann Liggins had "set her cap" for
Bill, and it was determined to "lead 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 'popping
the question:" that was impossible. Lucy
knit purses, hemmed handkerchiefs, worked
bosoms, and gave them to jenkins, as we'll
as several GOLD rings, but still Bill would not
propose. Lucy declared to him repeatedly
that she loved him, and that she was miser-
able when he was absent from her, and her
happiness in life depended upon being his
wife-but Bill was dumb. Atlast Lucy was
determined that he should "hear thunder"
and when he next visited her, after some
preliminary soft talk on her part, she very
afectionately said
Chilly, my dear, when are you going to
ask me to marry you? for I 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"
90, nothing much; you tainted when you
were about to ask me to marry you-but |
told you yes-and, oh! how happy we will
be when we are married! I will love you
so dearly; and as you said next Tuesday,
why am willing the wedding should be
then-my dear Billy, how I do love you"
81 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 our
narrative requires that we should proceed to
the finale.
The next Tuesday had come, and trem-
bling at the approach of evening-something
seemed to harrow up his mind, and to no
friend, even, would he communicate his deep
distress
"You are not afraid, certainly, to go up
and get married-why, to marry such a
beautiful, charming and intellectual being
as Miss Liggius. I should wish that time
would fly like news upon the electric tele-
graph line; cheer up Jenkins-cheer up"
"Oh," replied Bill. "you don't know what
distresses me. I can go up and get married
that is easy enough; but there is some
thing-I know it feel it am satisfied
Of one thing, I never will be able to do, ,un-
less Lucy will assist me-"
"Explain YOURSELF" replied his friend,
"and if I can, with propriety, will endeav-
or to render you comfortable"
But jenkins could not explain. He dared
not; it was his timidity; he saw the Rubicon
before him and he knew he could not pass it
but he was determined to get married. and
to 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 dis
perse and at one o'clock, Bill jenkins was
left ''Solitary 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 one.
He was not certain which was Lucy AIMS
room, although he had been told, and even
if he had known he could not 60 to it.
The watchman cried "past two o'clock"
and yet jenkins was still alone, and appar
emily engaged in perusing an old almanac,
which by chance had been left in his coat
pocket. An old female darky, who resided
in the family, had been prevailed upon by
the ladies, who noticed jenkins bashfulness,
to show him his bedroom, and she accor-
dinghy introduced herself to him in as mod
est style as she well could.
"Mr. Jenkins" said she, "past CLOCK"
"Oh, yes, 1 know it, I'm going gone in
few minutes, Old woman, where's my hat?"
sit is in Miss Lucys room, sir, you can
get it there if you'll go in, Mr. jenkins, why
don't you 90 to bed"
The old woman seized hold of jenkins,
and pulled him along until she got out of
the hall, and all his gaze was fixed for mo-
ment upon the entry door; but she was de-
termined to put him in Miss Lucy's room,
and after violent efforts succeeded.
There he stood, with the knob of the door
in his hand, but the old darky had been
smart enough to lock the door outside. Lucy
pretended for some time to be asleep, but
that sort of CANNON would not answer; at
last she said
"Mr dear Billy, what is the matter ?"
81 want my hat" screamed Jenkins, and
Lucy, knowing his modesty, leaped out Of
bed, and after caressing him for some time,
Billy went to bed with his clothes and boots
on, and trembled till morning.
How jenkins subsequently succeeded in
getting over his bashfulness, can be known
by application to his dear Lucy Ann.
Reader, strange as it may appear, there
are Jenkiuses all over the world, but the
freemasonary of wedding life draws the cur
tain before the eyes of the uninitiated. Co.
ing to bed on the first night after marriage,
must be among the most delicate situations
in life. Ask your married ighbor how it