The Kanzas news., 1858-03-20
An Embarrassing Day, but Pleasant
Result


'I couldn't think of such thing
stBut you must. My happiness depends
on 1t Here, put on the thingumbobs, and
rthe what's its name"
And my friend, Bob Styles, held up be-
fore my hesitating gaze suit of feminine
apparel His idea was that should person
late his lady-iove for one day, to prevent any
body from suspeeting the truth-namely,
that she had Joined him in runaway mar
riage party-until it should be too late for
Interference that is, until the minister
should have tied knot between them that
nothing but special grant of the Legislature
could unite.
This scheme was not actually as absurd
as it appeared at first sight. Maggie Lee
was tall, queenly woman, with an almost
masculine air and, at that time, l had a
very slight form, almost effeminate, so that,
in fact, there was really but little difference
in that point Then / had light hair, tole-
: rably long, and fresh complexion. Part
nv hair in the middle, and put bonnet on
nv head, and few persons would have sus-
pected but what / was one of the softer sex
These accessories also gave me quite deci-
ded resemblance to Maggie Lee, especially
when, in this case. the disguise was heI
own
Then the day chosen for the runaway
match was an auspicious one. Maggie S
father was to drive her to D., small
village near where she lived, and there she
was to join a sailing party down D
river to the grove three miles below, from
which the party was to return in the even
ing, in carriages. Our plan was, that
should be waiting at the village, and should
go on the boat with the sailing party, while
Maggie, after leaving her father, should slip
off with Bob Styles across the country.
At last I got dressed up and presented
myself before Maggie Lee, blushing great
deal, believe, feeling very much pinched
about the waist, and with an uncomfortable
consciousness that my-shirt-s were
too short, or wanting altogether. Every
thing finished in the way of toilet, Bot
Styles took me into the light wagon, and
drove me over to T, by a secluded
route, and left me at the hotel where the
sailing party were to assemble. Several o
the pie-nic-ers were already there, and they
greeted my cavalier cordially, Everybody
knew Bob Styles) asking if he was going
with them, etc. He told them that he was
not.
"Pressing business engagements, you
know, and all that sort of thing. Deuced
sorry I can't 90, though. I had Just time
to bring Miss Lee over, and now am off
Mr.. Bimby. this is Miss Lee. Miss With.
ergall, Miss Lee and be rattled off long
string of brief introductions. which con,
vineed me that but few of the company
were acquainted with the young lady whom
was thus personating-a fortunate thing
for the preservation of my disguise. Mr.
Bimby. a tall. legal looking man, with g
hook nose, an eye-glass and puffy hair,
seemed to beprepossessed with nay personeLle
and overheard him whisper to Bob Styles,
as he went out:
- s'Niee looking girl. that Miss Lee
"Yes," answered Bob, with mischiev-
Gus glance at me, t'she is nice girl, though
q little go-ahead sometimes. Keep look
out on her, viii you then lowering his
voice-s.not a bad match for you, old fel-
low; she is ricb.'
..Is she?'' said Mr.. Bimby. his interest
deepening.
Jon my HONOR replied Bob, sforty
thousand in her own right Hey. day. .
and be was gone ~