The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1860-10-25

rather more heartily than young ladies
generally do, we had more dancing, and ] |
limited pretty strongly to Mr.. Bimby that
that I should like to try another waltz.
/ He didn't take the hint.rFinding it rather
dry amusement to dance with my own
kind, I soon abandoned that pleasure, and
persuaded Jennie to stroll off. into the
moonlight with me. We found the grove
acharming place. full ofapicturesque little
corners and rustic seats! and grey rocks
leaning out over the river. On one Of
these latter, q little bench was placed in
nook sheltered from the wind and from
any. sight i,qa. -
Here we sat down in..the fulliifooda. of
moonlight, and having just had dinner, .
felt wonderfully in need of a cigar. Ac-
cordingly, I went back to a little stand
near the ball room and purchased several
Of the wonderful woman that sold refresh
ments. Then returning; to the seat by the
rocks, I save up all cares of fears of my
|.incognito, and ndirevelledyin the pleasures
of solitude, the fragrance of my cigar, the
moonlight and little Jennie's presence.
How long we sat there, Heaven alone
knows. We laughed and talked and sang,
looked in each others eyes and told for
tunes and did all the nonsensical opera-
tions common amongst young peoplejust
falling in love with each other, and might
have remained there Until the month of
November in the year, of our Lord eigh-
teen fifty-scven, for aught / know had
not carriages been sent to convey lis
home, and tbe rest of the company began
to think where we had gone.
At length they hit upon the patti, and
all came along single file until they came
to the open space above. Then they saw
sight! / was spread cut in q free and
easy position, my bonnet taken off, and
my hair somewhat towzled up. One foot
rested on the ground, and the other on as
rock about level with my; head, (regard-
less of ankles that time, and there l sat
putting away in very lady-like style, at
light favored Concho. Jennie was sit
ting close beside me, with her head almost
upon nay shoulder, and her small waist al
most cncirclcd by my arm. Just as the
party came along above, I laughed out in
q loud masculine voice.
"Just think of poor what's his name
thcrc-Bimby! Suppose he. knew he had
been making love to mani"
@Hush!" cried Jennie. "Look there
he is! oh! my gracious! there is the
whole company"
Yes, we were fairly caught. 1t was of
no use for me to clap on my bonnet, and
assume f:lsetto again-they had all seen
too much for that: Besides, by this time
Bob Styles and Maggie Lee were doubt
less " on 3 fcsh," and my disguise was of
no Importance, SO 1 owned up and told
the story.
Lawyer Bimby was in a rage; he vowed
to kill m,, and even squared off; but the
rest of the company laughed at him 50
numerically, and suggested that we
should waltz it outtogether, that he final
ly cooled down. and SUNK away TO take
some private conveyance back to D..
Bob Styles and I are. living in q large
double house together. He often says he
owes his wife to my masqucrading, but
he doesn feel under. any obligations to
me, for owe my wife to the same thing.
N. B.--My wife's name is Jennie. %.
WoMAN.-Perhaps w more just and