The prairie news. [volume] (Okolona, Miss.) 1851-1875, 1858-02-18

ladies all looked at me in apparent as
t0nishment at such voice, and wante,
to laugh the more. Fortunately, Mr.
Bimby came to the rescue at the moment
and edged himself in among the crino
line.
May I sit here :" he asked, pointing
to low stool near me.
Certainly" | simpered, in my higl
falsetto.
"Ah thank YOU" said Bimby, with g
lackadaisal air, which nauscatcd me, as
coming from one man to another, "you
are as kind as You are fascinating -
You fatter me -
81! No, indeed; praise of you can
not be f1attery, Miss Lee"
Oh, sir, really, You are naughty
man." | said in the most feminine tone
could command.
He cast a 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 beforehand,
awaiting us. OF course, dancing was
the first amusement, and Lawyer Bimby
led me out for schottish. 1t was hard
at first for me to take the lady's part in
any dance, but ! soon got accustomed to
it. When waltz was proposed, | re-
solved to have little amusement at the
expense of the unfortunate Bimby.
| had first made him purposely ieal-
Gus, by dancing with two other young
fellows, one of whom | knew in my char
acter, but who never suspected me as
Maggie Lee. This young man, who was
great woman killer-a sort of easy
devil-may care rascal, who made the la
dies run after him by his alternate wrath
of action and coolness of protestation-
| selected to "play off, against my legal
adnrer. ! allowed him to hold me very
closely and occasionally looked at him
with a half fascinating expression.-
When we stopped dancing, he led me to
my seat, keeping his arm about my waist,
and ! permitted it.
Having thus stirred Bimby up o'feats
of wrathful valor, / asked one of the
gentlemen to direct the music to play
waltz. Bimby came Immediately.
"Ahem-a-NIiss Lee, shall IA
have the honor of-a-trying waltz
with you"
| smiled gracious acquescence and
we commenced
Now, | am an old stager at waltzing
| can keep it up longer than any non
professional dancer male or female whom
| ever met. As long as the Cachucca
or Schonnebrunnen ring, in my ear, |
can go on, if it is for year.
Not so, with Bimby. He pleaded the
want of practice, and acknowledged that
ne soon got dizzy.
Aha, old boy" thought |, "I'll give
lou turn, then p
But ] only smiled, and said that |
should probably get tired first.
80, yes |" he exclaimed, "of course;
can waltz as long as any one lady, but
lot much longer
For the first three minutes nv cava-
ier did we'll. He went smoothly and
,venly, but at the expiration of that time,
'egan to grow warm. Pive minutes
'lapsed, and Bimby's breath came har-
ler and harder. On we went, however,
md | scorned to notice his slackening up
It every round, when we passed my seat
After some ten or twelve minutes, the
vretched man gasped out between his
teps-
:" All, a-are you not et-getting tired!"
go, not feel as if / could waltz
II night"
The look of despair that he gave was
errible to see. | was bound to see him
trough, however, and we kept at it,
'imby staggered, and made wild steps !
I all directions. His shirt cellar wilted, ,
is eyes protruded, his jaw hung down;
nd altogether, l saw he could not hold
ut much longer.
"This is delightful" l said composed
) land you, Mr.. Bimby, waltz so easi-
Puff puff -ah-puff-yes-oh- {
elightful' gasped he. Il
Don't you think it ought to go a little J
lster 7" and they played a Ia whirlwind. f
Poor Bimby threw his feet about like r
fast PAGER, and revolved after the man. 0
er of teetotum which was nearly run Ii
own. At last he staggered step back e
ards and spinning eccentrically away,
ched headlong into the midst of a small n
IVY of ladies in a corner | turned |
'ound coolly, and walking to my seat, A
mt the young woman killer for glass n
ice water. a
The miserable lawyer recovered his fl
nses just in time to see me thank his b
val for the water. l got some idea fe
Dm this of the fun young ladies find in p
us poor devils of the other II
Y. nj
At this juncture, and before Mr.. Bim-
! had time to apologize for his accident, k
tie Jennie came running into the IA 81
lion which served as a ballroom. A a.