The Winchester home journal. [volume] (Winchester, Tenn.) 1857-1858, 1858-06-17
A DAY IN CRIN0LINE.
by A MODEST MAN.

'Dul you mNSt. WY happiness ue'
ponds on it. Here, put on the thingum'
bobs, and the what's his name"
And my friend Bob Styles, held up be-
lore my hesitant gaze suit Of female
apparel.
His idea was that should personote
his lady love for one day, to prevent
anybody from suspecting the truth
namely, that she had joined him in a
runaway marriage party-until it should
be too late for Interference; that is until
the minister should have tied a knot be.
tween them, that nothing but special
grant of Legislature could unite.
This scheme was not actually so alb
surd as it appeared at first sight. Mag
gle Lee was tall, queenly woman,
with an almost masculine air; and at that
time | had very slight form--amost
efemnate, so that, in fact, there was
really but little difference in tina point
Then had light hair tolersbly long, and
fresh complexion. Part my hair in the
middle, and put a bonnet on my head,
and few persons would have suspected
but was real y one Of the softer SEX
These accessories also gave me quite
decided resemblance to Maggie Lee,
especially when, as in this case, the dis
guise was her 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 be-.
low, from which the party was 10 return
in the evening in carriages.
Our plan was that should be in wait
ing in the village, and should 90 on
the boat with rhessaIing party, while
Maggie, after leaving her father, should
ship with Bob Styles across the country.
At last got dressed, and presented
myself before Maggie Lee, blushing a
great deal, | believe, feeling very much
pnched about the waist, and with an
uncomfortable consciousness that my
my--shirt sleeves were too short, or
wanting altogether
Every thing finished in the way Of
toilet-Bob styles took me in his light
wagon--drove me over to D, by a
secluded route, and left me at the hotel
4 where the sailing party was to assemble.
\ Several Of the pick.nickers were already
II there, and they greeted my cavalier cor
"a daily, Everybody knew Bob Styles
n asking il he was going with them, etc.
n He told them he was not.
NS hu raucp1npfc Won
\! know, and all that sort Of thing. Du.
u ced sorry, can't 60 though, | had just
n time to bring Miss Lee over, and now
n Pm off. Mr.. Bimby this is Miss Lee,
n Miss WithergalI, Miss Lee" and he
n ratified of long string Of brief introduc.
tons, which convinced me that but few
Of the company were acquainted with the
Ryoung lady whom | was personating--
very fortunate thing for the preservation
Of my disguise.
| Mr. Bimby, tall, legal looking man.
with hook nose, and eye. 6 ass and
fluffy hair, seemed to be prcpossessod
with my pcrsonclle, and | overheard him
whisper to Bob Styles, as he went out:
"Nicc looking girl, that Miss Lee"
eyes" answered Bob, with mis-.
chievous glance at me, "she is nice
GIRL though a little go.ahead sometimes.
Keep little look out on her, will you"
then lowering his voce-"not bad
match for you, old fellow: she is rich"
els she?" said Mr.. Bimby, his interest
deepening.
"On my honor" replied Bob. "For.
ty thousand dollars in her own right.--
Good day." and he was gone.
Maggie Lee, art(u creature that she
was--had told her father that the sailing
party was to assemble at another hotel,
\ and thilher he had taken her. Having
\ business in D., he left her there,
! merely saying that he would send the
carriage for her at eleven o'clock. She,
like dutilul daughter, kissed him, bid
him good bye, and before he had gone a
hundred rods, took seat in Bob Styles
light wagon, which had driven up TO the
back door as old Lees carriage drove
away from the front, and the old story Of
head strong love and preiudiced age was
enacted over again,
AS Tor US OF the picnic excursion, we
had delightful sail down the grove, but
some how | could not enjoy it as much
as ought TO have done. When walked
on board the boat felt awkward as if
everybody was looking at me. found
Mr.. Bimby, as | had suspected, young
and rising lawyer, mighty in Black stone
in his own opinion. He insisted on
paying for my ticket (tho boat was a
regular excursion packet and purchasing
enough oranges, pears, and candies, to
set up street stand. Four or five times
| was on the point Of swearing at his
impudent ofliciousness, but bit my tongue
just in time to prevent the exposure
But it was not with him that found my
role the hardest to play.
No; the young ladies were the difficult