Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1858-04-01
ADAY IN PETTlcoATs.
by A MODEST MAN, ~ 3
i couldn't think ofIsuch a thing


! II couldn't think oflsuch a thing
sBut you must My happiness
8 depends on it. Here put ON thes'
h thingumbobs aud that what's BIZ
name.' $500 81 Na I'D saA.
. Andmy friend, Bob Styles, he'll.
, up before my hesitaut gaze O. suit o
feminine apparel. g $50 grey
II Hist idea was that ! shonld per-
senate his lady.love for one day t.
prevent anybody from suspectiug
the truth--namely, that she bad
Joined in a runaway marriage par
lty--untll it should be too late fpl
interference; that is until the minis
ter 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 a tall queenly wo-
man, with an almost masculine air,
and at that time. ] had very slight
form almost efferninate, SO that, in
fact, there was really but little
difference in that point. Then !
had light hair, tolerably long, and
fresh complexion. Part my hair
in the middle, and put a bonnet on
my head, aud few persons would
have suspected but what / was real,
ly one Of the softer sex, These acces,.
sories gave me quite decided re-.
semblanco to Maggie Lee, especial
ly when, as in this case, thu disguise
was her own.
Then the day chosen for the
runaway match was an suspicious
one. Maggie's iather wasto drive to
D., small town near where
she lived, and join sailing party
down Driver to the grove three
miles below, from which the party
was to return in the evening in car
riages.
Our plun was that ] should be in
waiting in the village, and should
90 on the boat with the sailing par-
| ", Maggie, after leaving her father,
should slip oil with Bob Styles, across
the country, ,.s
AT last got dressed and presen-
ted myself before Maggie Lee, blush.
ing great deal. ! believe. feeling
very much pinched about the waist,
and with an uncomfortable conscious
ness that nly-my shirt sleeves were
too short, or wanting altogether,
Everything finished in the way Of
toilet, Bob Styles took me into his
light wagon, drove ME over to D.
by secluded route, and lett me at
the hotel, where the sailing party
was to assemble. Several Of the
picnickers were already, there. and
they greeted my cavalier cordially.
Everybody knew Bob Styles, ask-
ing il he was going With them, etc-)
lie told them he was not. M ese
Pressing business engagement,
you know, and all that sort vf thing.
Deuc'd sorry can't 80, though, ]
had just time TO bring Miss Lee over,
and now | am OF, Mr.. Bimby, this
I is Miss Lee Miss Withergall, Miss
Lae," aud he ratified off Q long
string Of ihtroduc.ions, which conviu
ced me that but few Of the COM
pany were acquainted with the young
lady who Iwas thus personating "a
fortunate thing for the preservation OF
my disguise. s3
Mr.. Bimby, a tall, legal looking
man, with a hook nose and eye-glass
and puffy hair, seemed to be pre-.
possessed with my psrsoaelae. and !
overheard him whisper to Bob Styles,
as he went out; .aal9s ese1 4a1 -
'Nice looking girl, that Miss Lee-p
"Yes," answered Bob, witha mis-
chieyous glance at me, ''she's a
nice girl. though a little eo-ahead
some times. Keep little look
out on her, viii youa" : then, lower
ing bis vsice--"not a bad match for
you, old fellow, she 'ssich. =
sIs she?" said Mr.. Bimby, his In
terest deepening esa el
.On my honor" replied Bob, "lor-
ty thousand dollars III her own right.
Day, day. and be was gone, ap'
Maggie Lee, artful creature that
she was, had told her father that the
sailing party vas to assemble at an
other hotel, and thither he had taken
her. Having business in D--he
left her there, merely saying that ne
would send the carliage for her at
eleven o'clock, She, like q dutl.