Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1858-02-04
a GOOD JOKE.

thousand miles from Ceuar county
which, as we have never seen it II
lprint, we consider worth relating
The circumstances happened some
time ago, but will lose nothing by it
age. Itwas told by one who knew
and who said it was all true.
| A certain young man in search OF {
wife, being on courting expedition
as is customary with young men
came late on Sunday evening, and il
order to keep his secret from hi;
young acquaintance, determined to
be at home on Monday morning bright
and early, so that bis absence would
not be noticed. But bis affianced liv'
ed several miles from the town in
which he sojourned; aud. so to over.
come the distance required the use Of
a horse. Mounted ON his horse, dres-
sed in bis fine white summer pants,
and other fixins in proportion, he ar
riyes at the residence Of his inamora-
ia. where be is kindly received, and
his horse. properly taken care OF by
being turned into the pasture for the
night. The evening-yea the night
passed away, but how is nobody 5
business. Three o'clock in the morn.
ing arrived. Our hero was awake
may be be had been so all night. but
it matters not--three O'Clock is the
time for him to depart so that he
might arrive at home before his COM
rades were stirring. Not wishing to
disturb the family Of his lady-love,
who were then wrapt in the arms of
Morpheus, he sailed forth to the pas
ture to catch his horse; but here was
a dificulty-the grass was too high
and loaded with dew. To venture in
there with his white pantaloons would
rather take the starch out of them,
and lead to detection. 1t would not
do to put on his white unmentiona-
bles; so be quickly made resolve.
1t was three o'clock in the morning,
and nobody stirring, so he carefully
disrobes himself of his valuable
@whites" and places them in safety on
the fence, while be give chase with
unscreened pedals through the vet
grass after the horse. But the steed
was fond of clover. and had no notion
Of leaving it. But our hero was not
to be thWarted, although be began to
realize the truth of the old adags a.
bout the course Of true love, &C., and
finally the horse was captured.
Returning to the fence where he
had safely suspended bis lily white
unmentionables. Oh! nlirabsle dietu!
What horrible sight met bis eyes!
The field into which his horse had
been turned was not only horse pas
ture, but scalf pasture too, and, the
naughty calves, attracted by the
white flag on the fence, had almost
eaten them up; only few well chew
ret.. fragments oftbis once valuable ar
ticle of his. wardrobe now remained
only a few threads-just sufficient
to indicate what they had once been !!
What pickle this was for a nice
young man to be IN!
1t was now day light, and the IN
dustfious farmers were up and about,
and our hero far from home, with no
covering fof-his "trayeling apparatus, :
It would not do to go back to the
house Of his Iady-loye, as they were
now up, and how could be get In
without exhibiting himself to his fair
one, which might ruin bis match p
No, no, that would not do. Neither
could be go to town in that plight
There was only one source left him,
and that was to secrete himself in the
bushes till the next night, and then
get home under cover OF the dark
ness. This he resolved to do, and
accordingly hid himself under a thick
growth of bushes. 49,
Safely hid, he remained under the
protection Of the bushes for some
time; and it may be imagined that
his feelings towards the calf-kind were
not of the most friendly character,
but ere long bis seelusion WAS destin-
ed to be intruded upon. The family
Of the fair one, seeing bis horse still
remaining in the pasture, inquired OF
the lady what she had done with her
lover. She was nonplussed. She on
| ly knew he had left about three o.
| clock in the morning. Things didn't
look right; if he had gone why did he
leave his horsef Suspicious were