Bellevue gazette. [volume] (Bellevue City, N.T. [i.e. Neb.]) 1856-1858, 1858-03-04
LLEVUE NEBRASKA THURSDAY MARCH d. 1858

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boot at the door, felt better. But pres.
emily. oh mortal buttons heard still
small voice, very much like sister Lbs,
and it said: Jack, you'll have to get up,
for all the girls things are in there" I"
Oh, Lord, what pickle! Think Of me
in bed, all covered with shawls. muffs,
b,nnets and cloaks, and twenty girls out.
side the door waiting TO get in! II Ihad
stopped to think | should have pancaked
on the spot. As it was, rolled out
among the bonnet-wire and ribbons in a
hurry. smash" went the millinery in
every direction. had to dress in tho
dark-for there was crack in the door,
and the girls tGiH peek--and the way
fumbled about was death on straw hats.
The critical moment came. | opened the
door, and found myself right among the
women. "Oh, my Leghorn !" cries one.
"My dear. darling, winter velvet" cries
another, and they pitched in---they pulled
me this way aud tha', boxed my ears; !;
and one brigh,.eyed little piece--Sal- -
her name was-put her arms right around
my neck, and kissed me right on my lips.
Human natsre coudn', stand that, and |
give her as good as she sent. l, was the
first time l ever got taste, and it was
powerful good. believe could have
kissed that gal from julius Caesar to the
Fourth Of July. Jack" said she, tive
are sorry to disturb you, but won't you
see me home Z" "Yes," said l, "I will"
| did do il, and had another smack at the
gate too. After that, we took kinder
turtle-doving after each other, both Of us
sighing like barrel of new cider when
we were away from each other.
Twas at The close of glorious sum.
mer day-the sun was setting behind a
distant hog-pen-the chickens were going
TO roost--the bull.frogs were commencing
their evening songs--the pollywogs, in
their native mud puddles, were preparing
themselves for the shades Of highland
Sal and myself sat upon an antquated
backlog, listening to the music Of nature,
such as tree.toads, ROSTERS and grunting
pigs, and now and then the mellow music
o. a di TINT jactass was waited to our
ears by the gently zepbyrs lhat sighed
among the mullen stalks, and came heavy
laden with the delicious odor of hen roost
and pig styes. The last lingering rays
Of the SITTING sun, glancing from the
brass buttons of solitary horseman shone
thro' knol.hole in the hog pen full in
Sails tace, dy,iny her HAIR with an
orange-pell hue, and showing off my
thread-bare coat to bad advanlage--one
of my arms was around Sails waists, my
hand resting OH the small of her back
she was toying with my auburn locks of
JET black hue-she was almost gone, and
1 was ditto. She looked like grasshop-
per dying with the hiccups, and l felt
like mud.turtle choked with a Goldfish
ball. "Sul," says l, in voice musical as
the notes Of dying swan, "will you have
met" She turned her eyes heavenward,
clasped me by the hand, had All attack Of
the heaves and blind staggers, and with a
sigh that drew her sho trings TO her
palate, said, "Yesr" She gave clear out
then, and squatted in my lap-she cork
screwed and curhumuxed and rolled in
IT, huzged her ill broke my suspen-
ders, and her breath smel, Of onions which
she ate the week before. Well, to make
long story short, she set the day, and
we precticed for -four weeks every nigh,
how we would walk into the room 10 be
married, ill we got so we could walk as
gracefil as couple of Muscoyic ducks.
i'he night, the comp my, and the minister
came, the signal was given, and arm in
arm we marched thro' the crowded hall.
We were just entering the parlor door,
when down ] went slap on the oil
cloth, pulling Sal after me. Some cussed
fellow had dropped banana skin on the
floor, and it foored me. IL split an awful
hole in my cassineres right under my
dress coat tail. II was too late to back
out, so clapping my hand over ii, we
marched in and were spliced, and taking
seat watch ID the kissing the bride
operation. My groomsman was tight
and he kissed her ill jumped up to take
slice, when, oh. horror! a little six year
old imp had erawled behind me, and pull
ling my shirt thro' the hole in my pant,
had pinned it to the chair, and in jumping
up, displayed to the admiring gaze Of
the astonished multitude a tribe more
white muslin than was pleasant The
women giggled, the men roared, and
got mad, but was finally put 10 bed, and
there my troubles ended. Good nigh,
Yours. J.W. b.