Litchfield enquirer., 1861-09-19
BOB STYLES WEDDING.

BOB STYLES WEDDlNG. "I couldn't think of such thing' "But you must. My happiness depends upol 1t: Here, put on the thingumbobs, and thu what sits-name."
 And my friend, Bob Styles, held up befor my hestating gaze suit of feminine apparel His idea was that I should personate his lad love for one day, to prevent any one from sus pecting the truth-namely, that she had joined him in a runaway marriage party-until it shoul' } be too late for interference; that is, that tn minister should tie knot between them tha nothing but special grant of the Legislatur could unite.
 : This scheme was not actually as absurd as i appeared at first sight. Maggie Lee was tall queenly woman, with an almost masculine air : and at that time, had very slight formal most effeminate, so that, in fact, on that poin there was but little difference. Then I had ligh hair, toleraby long, and fresh complexion Part my hair in the middle, and put bonne : on my head, and few persons would have sus pected but that 1 was one of the softer sex These accessories also gave me quite decided resemblance to Maggie Lee especally, when, a. in this case, the disguise was her own.
 Then the day chosen for the runaway matcl was an suspicious one Maggie's father was tc drive her to D., small village near where she lived, and there she was to join sailing party down D. river to the grove three miles below, from which the party was to return 1T the evening in carriages. Our plan was, that should be in waiting in the village, and should go on the boat with the sailing party, while Maggie, after leaving her father, should slip of with Bob Styles across the country.
 At last I got dressed and presented myself before Maggie Lee, blushing great deal 1 be lieve, feeling very much pinched about tht waist, and with an uncomfortable consciousness that my-my-shrt-s sleeves were too short, O. wanting altogether.
 Everything finished in the way of toilet, Bot took me into the light wagon, and drove over tc D. by secluded route, and left me at the hotel where the party were to assemble. Seve ral of the pic-nicers were already there ano they greeted my cavalier cordially (everybody knew Bob Styles,) asking him if he was going with them, etc. He told them he was not, as pressing business engagements, you know, and all that sort of thing. Deuced sorry I can't go though. 1 had just time to bring Miss Lee over, and now lin off: Mr. Bimby this is Miss Lee Miss Withergall Miss Lee,' and he rat tied off a long string of introductions
 Mir. Bimby, tall, legal looking man, hook nose, an eye glass and puffy hair, seemed to be prep assessed with my pe,sonelte And I over heard him whisper as he went out:
 Nice looking girl, that Miss Lee"
 "les," answered Bob, with a mischievous glance at me, "she is a nice girl, though little go-ahead sometimes. Keep little look on her will ou?"-then lowering his voice" not a Lad match for you old fellow; she is rich.''
 Is she?" said Mr. Bimby, his interest deep ening.
 There was one among the party, beautiful girl of seventeen, just returned from boarding school, who had not seen Maggie Lee for three years. Of course she was delighted to see me when she found out l was Maggie, which did not occur until We had started. She threw her self into myarms, pulled my veil aside, and kissed me haR dozen times, in a manner that made my finger ends jingle for an hour It was all very nice. but if had been ill lropria per- souG, would have liked it better. As it was, I felt that was obtaining goods under false pre- tences, and that lawyer Bimby might issue a warrant for my arrest on that ground at any mo- ment.
 Soon after, little Jennie came running into the pavilion which served as ball room. As she came near, perceived that her hands were clutched tightly in her dress, and 1 positively shuddered as she whispered to me :
 70, Maggie, come and help me fix my skirts they are all coming down."
 What could do? Twas in agony. A cold precipitation broke out on my forehead. 1 wish ed myself thousand miles away, and anathma- tized Bob Styles masquerading project inward ly with fearful maletlictions. said 1 was tired out; could not somebody else go?
 No, nothing would do, but must accompany her to the house of the gentleman who owned the grove, and assist her to arrangehcr clothing.
 So 1 went.
 What if it should be necessary to remove the greater part of her rament What if she should wish me to do some sewing! What if in the midst of all the embarrassment of being closeted with a beautiful girl of seventeen, in state of comparative freedom from drapery my real sex and identity should be discovered by her However, nerved myself up for the task, and accompanied Jennie to the hou7e des- ignated. An old lady showed us into her cham Der, and Jennie heaving sigh of relief, let go her dress. As she didso-pardon my blushes "a petticoat fell to the floor. She was about to hement gesture.
 "Stop!' cried frantically, and forgetting my falsetto "stop don't undress for Gods sake P
 She opened her brown eyes to the widest ex- tent.
 "And why not?'
 Because I am-l an-a-can you keep a secret ?"
 "Why yes-how frightened you look! Why what is the matter Maggie? You-oh oh ]! oh!!v
 And she gave three fearful screams.
 Hush, no noise, or l am lost' 1 exclaimed putting my hand over her mouth.
 Il swear mean no harm, if had would not have stopped you. Don't you see?'
 She was all of a tremble, poor little thing but she saw the force ofmy argument
 "Oh, sir" she said. "I see you area man but what does it all mean? Why do you dress so?'
 told her the story as briefly as possible and extracted from her promise of the most secret secresy. l then went outside the door, and waited until she arranged her dress, when she called me in again.-She had heard of me from Maggie and wanted to hear all the particulars We sat down and had long talk which ended in mutual feeling of friendiness and an old acqualntanceship quite wonderful for persons meeting for the first time. Just as ve started to go back to the pavilion, said I must relieve my mind of one more burden.
 And what is that?"
 -:'Those kisses You thought was Maggie Lee, or would not have given them. They were } very sweet, but l suppose l must give then back"
 And did.
 N. B.-My wifes name is Jennie.
 A SOLDIERS SPEEcH.-General (late Major McKinstry, late Provost Marshal of St Luis was serenaded in that city recently, and made ' this little speech in response to the compimelt