Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1862-08-07

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had time to think should have tainted
on the spot, as it was, rolled out a.
mong the bonnet ware and ribbons in a
hurry. Smash went the millinery in
every direction. I had to dress in the
dark, for there was hole in the door,
and girls will peep, and the way tum-
bled about was death to straw hats.
The moment came opened tho door
and found myself right among tie wo-
men.
'Oh, my dear leghorn cried one,
my dear, darling little winter beaver !
cried another f; and they pitched and
they pulled, this way and that, and one
bright-eycd little piece, Sal her name
was, put her arms around my mock and
kissed me right in the mouth. Human
nature couldn't stand that, and I gave
her as good as she sent 1t was the
first time | ever got taste, and it
was powerful good. l believe I could
have kissed that gal from Julius Caesar
to the 4th eff July.
Jack, said she, I'VE are sorry to dis
turb you, but won't you see me home /?
Yes, said I, Twill And l did and
had another smack at the gate too.
After that we took kinder turtle
doving after each other; both of us sigh
ed like barrel of cider, when we were
away from each other.
1t was at the close of glorious sum-
mer day-the sun was sitting behind
distant hog pcn-and the chickens were
going to roost- the bull-frogs were com
mencipg their evening songs the polly
wogs in their native mud-puddles were
preparing themselves for the shades of
highland Sal and myself sat upon an
antiquatcd backlog, listening to the
music of nature; such as tree toads ,roost-
ers, grunting pigs, and now and then
the mellow music of distant jackass
was waited to our ears by the gentle zc-
phyrs that sighed among the mullen
stocks, and came heavily laden with the
delicious odors of henroosts and pig
styes The last lingering rays of the
setting sun glancing from the brass but
tons of solitary horseman, shone
through knot-hole in the hog pen, full
in SAILS face, dying her hair to an Or
ange peel hue, and showing off my
thread bare coat to q bad advantage.
One Of my arms was around her waist,
my hand resting on the small Of her
back-shc was toying with my jet black
locks of auburn hue. She was almost
gone, and l was ditto. She looked like
grasshopper dying with the hiccoughs,
and | felt like mud turtle choked with
Goldfish ball.
Sal says [, in a voice as musical as
the notes of a dying swan, will you
have mo?
She turned her eyes heavenward,
clasped me by the hand, had an attack
of the heaves and blind staggers. and
with sigh that drew her shoe-strings
to her throat, said,
Yes
She gave clear out and squatted in
my lap. l hugged her until | broke my
and her breath smch of the |
onions she had ate tile dag before. Well,
to make long story short, she .ot the
day, and we practiced for four weeks,
every night, how we would walk into the .
room to get married, Till we got so that
we could walk as graceful as couple o
muscovy ducks.
The night, the company and the min
ster came the signal was given, and
arm in arm we marched through the
crowded hall. We were just entering
The parlor door, when down 1 went ker-
slap on the oil cloth, pulling Sal after
me. Some .cussed fellow dropped ba-
nana skin on the floor and foored me.
It split an awful hole in my cassimeres,
right under my dress coattail. 1t was
100 late TO back out, so clapping my
hands over it we marched in and were
'pliced. Taking seat | watched the
oride-kissing operation. My grooms-
nan was tight, and he kissed her until
| got up to take slice. when, oh, hor-
-or, little six year old imp had crawied
up behind me, and pulling my shirt
through the hole in ny pants, had pinned
t to the chair, and 10 jumping up dis
'layed to the admiring gaze of the as
onished multitude, trife more white
muslin than was allowable. I was final
y put to bed, when all my troubles