Weekly Trinity journal., 1858-01-30

dancing, and hinted pretty strongly to Bimby
that should like to try another waltz
He didn't take the hint.
Finding it rather dry amusement to dance with
my own kind, l soon abandoned that pleasure,
and persuaded Jennie to stroll out into the moon
light with me. We found the grove charming
place, full of picturesque little corners, and rus
tic seats, and gray rocks leaning out over the
river. On one Of these latter bench was placed
in a nook sheltered from the wind and from sight
Here we sat down in the full flood of the moon
light, and having just had supper, felt wonder
fully in need of a cigar. Accordingly, l went
back TO little stand near the ball room, and
purchased several of wondering woman who
sold refreshments
Then returning to the seats by the rocks, gave
up all cares of fears for my iDcognito, and rev.
elled in the pleasures of solitude--the fragrance
of my eigar-the moonlight-and little Jennie s
presence
How long we sat there heaven alone knows
We talked and laughed and sang, and looked in
each others eyes, and told fortunes, and perform
ed all sorts of nonsensical operations common to
young people just falling in love with each 9th
er, and might have remained there until this
month of August, in the year of our Lord eighteen
hundred and ifty-seven, for aught know, had
not the carriages been sent to carry us home, and
the rest of the company began to wonder where
we were. This wonder begot questions, the ques-
tons fears, and the fears a search, headed by the
valiant Bimby. They called and listened, but
our position down in the sheltered nook among
the rocks, prevented them from hearing us or we
them. At length they hit upon our path, and all
came along, single, until they got to the open
space above.
Then they saw sight
/ was spread out in free and easy position,
my bonnet taken off, and my hair somewhat toy
zled up. One foot rested on the ground and the
other on a rock about level with my head, ire
gardless OF ankles this time and there | sat,
putting away in very unlady-like manner, at a
! high favored Concha.. Jennie was sitting close
beside me with her head almost on my shoulder,
and her small waist almost encircled in my arm.
Just as the party came along above us, laughed
out in a loud masculine voice
Just think of poor what'shs-name, there
Bimby suppose he knew he was making love to
| a man y
! Hush I cried Jennie, Look there he is
and, oh my gracious there is the whole compa-
nyP
Yes, ye were fairly caught. II was of no use
! for me to clap on my bonnet and assume folsetto
again-they had seen too much for that. Be
sides, by this time Bob Styles and Maggie Lee
were doubtless one flesh, and my disguise was
of no further Importance, so | owned up and told
! the whole story.
Lawyer Bimby was in q rage. He vowed to
kill me- and even squared off, but the rest of
the party laughed at him so numerically, and
suggested that we should waltz ii out together,
that he finally cooled down and SUNK away, to
take some private conveyance home to D.
Bob Styles and | are living in large double
house together He often says that he owes his
wife to my masquerading but he doesn't feel
under any obligation to me, for | owe my wife to
the same thing.
N. B. My wife's name is Jennie