The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1860-01-27

Miss Dinley came down to the parlor,
dressed for the party, and in capital good
humor with herself and people generally.
She had not heard the dreadful news relating
to Mrs. Dan. We were sitting in the parlor,
talking pleasantly, when the door opened,
and one of the girls rushed in, with horror
depicted on her face.
Girls" she cried, out of breath. d" that
horrid creature is going to the party. l
looked through the keyhole of her door, and
there she was, dressed in that vile yellow
silk, with Ada Smiths beautiful scarlet
feather in her hair. Ada, l told you
she took that feather-I declare, it is
monstrous-u unbearable Mr.. Nymes, de.
clare I shouldn't let her come into my
house."
"Well, l for one don't CO." pouted Miss
Dinley, determinedly.
1t was nearly time to 60. Nymes had
rushed up to the house OF purpose to get
Miss Dinley. He had very little time to
spare, as there were other guests to receive.
That young lady, however, positively refused
to go, if Mrs. Dan Syvers was to be there" !"
"I'm sure, 1 never invited herv' almost
sobbed poor Nymes, who was pleading his
cause with the utmost pathos.
We all went off, leaving Nymes beseech-
ing, and Miss Dinley frowning angrily on
the poor fellow.
Words cannot describe his anguish. He
swore he didn't believe Mrs. Dan would have
the impertinence to force herself upon them ;
vowed he would refuse her admittance if she
came, etc.
Thus, Nymes was talking and uttering
the most savage threats against the common
enemy, when suddenly the door opened, and
that much abused female swept in, in the
full glory of her yellow silk and Ada's
feather.
Gail ready, see, Mr.. Nymes-sorry to
have kept you waiting so long it was very
good of you to wait for me; you know we
women do take long to dress-parties
especially one moment if you please, while
1 take parting look in the glass"
Nymes nearly swooned at this juncture.
He fell heavily against the wall, and gazed
rabidly at the hated woman, with clenched
fists and fiery eyes.
Not unwell, Mr.. Nymes, trust" said
Mrs. Dan, sweeping around the room )" for
shame, on the evening of your party its
eight o'clock, Mr.. Nymes, l declare and
upon my word we must be going. Not
gong! Miss Dinley, I'm astonished; you so
gay and fond of dancing! hope you and
Mr.. Nymes haven't quarreled and with
this last overwhelming speech she put her
arm within Nymes', and actually marched
the poor fellow into the hall, thereby escaping
sirocco of wrath from the enraged Miss
Dinley, who vows she never was so mad in
all her life, both at Mrs. Dams impertinence
and Nymes' pusillanimity.
Poor fellow! he mechanically walked
along, while Mrs. Syvers leaned her ponder
Gus body on his delicate frame, giving him a
faint idea of the tribulations of little Dan.
The lady talked amazingly; she might as
we'll have talked to statue, for Nymes did
not hear syllable.
They had proceeded a square or two from
the house, when with sudden start, Mrs.
Dan said, "Oh, Mr.. Nymes l do feel as if
my sister were coming to town tonight !!
Wouldn't it be pleasant if she were with us?'
Nymes muttered, d" Yes," but at the same
time wished the sister in the Cannibal
Islands.
"Now, Mr.. Nymes, the cars will be in in
a few minutes !; just let's walk around to
the depot, and we'll just exactly meet her !;
it won't take long, you know, and we'll just
get to your rooms in fashionable time, you
know; there's good man."
Now, the aforesaid depot was some six
squares off, and Nymes would rather have
had the earth swallow him up at that mo-
ment, than 60 there after the confounded
sister but be dare not say word, so off
he went with the triumphant Mrs. Daniel.
The evening train lad not arrived, so they
went into the waiting room
Mrs. Syvers turned to consult the mirror,
and for a few moments her back was turned
upon her victim. A desperate thought here
entered Nymes' maddened brain. Why
should he not throw off these internal fetters
and go to his own party? He arose and
cautiously advanced on tip-toe to the door.
But his temporary courage here cruelty
deserted him; he paused, and before he could
take another step his tormentor having con-
cluded her selfexamination, turned around
and confronted him with, "going to get me
a glass of water thank you, don't care
for it. Please come and put on my shawl
for me-"
Nine o'clock Nymes in volcanic con-
dition. Thought of yelling for police.
Ten o'clock No cars, and awful thoughts
OF the party going on without him. What
scould people say? Still the imperturbable
Mrs. Daniel sat delicately tanning herself
and watching Nymes with evident enjoyment
Such coolness was maddening to man in
Nymes' situation. The poor fellow was
crimson with pent-up rage; biting his lips
till the blood flowed freely, with the delight
full consciousness that he had given party
and was not to be found himself. "Awfully
ridiculous confound the woman" thought
he.
Eleven o'clock! Oh! how fervently die