The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1865-07-07
SAINT PAUL. FRIDAY. JULY Z, 1865.

ting my falsetto; 'tstop! don't undress for
Gods sake!n 3s' ets g @
She opened her great brown eyes to
their fullest extent. sa1. $50
"And why not2" -
stBecanss / AMI am-a-can you
keep secrets" ss =, =, -, .,r.... s..
''Why, yss-how frightened you look!
Why, what's the matter-Maggie why
oh! oh!i Ohf!! ra
And she gave three fearful screams.
Hush, no noise, or am lost" ! ex-
claimed, putting my hand over her mouth.
+" I swear ] mean no harm If I had, l
would not have stopped you. Don't you
see 2" ...-.-l.s-.s.
She was all of q tremble, poor little
thing; but she saw the force Of my, argu-
ment. I I = ta -
"Oh, sir" she said, 81 see. you are q
man; but what does it all meanp Why
did you dress 90 p es.l,-os ,.l. IS Q
l told her the story, az brief - possible,
and exacted from her . promise Of the
most sacred secrecy.
I then went outside of the door, and
waited till she had arranged her dress,
when she called me in again. She had
heard Of me from Maggie and wanted to
hear all the particulars; 90 ! sat down by
her, and had q long talk which ended in
a mutual feeling of friendliness and old ac-
guardianship, quite wonderful for peo-
pie meeting for the first time. just as
we started back to the pavilion, I said
that / must relieve my mind of one bur
den. sia f alsi .ei.1 ps rCl .-i 10
.'And what is that?n she asked.
"Those kisses. You thought ! was
Maggie Lee or You would not have given
them. They were very sweet, but sup
pose l mustgive them back. 1o.aL 80 i6il I
And did. e. q ,1t. ac1fis..a5f9 f. ..s 2 t., +,
She blushed good deal but she didn't
resist, only when ] got through, she
glanced up timidly and said VI I
81 think you are real naughty, any
When I rsturned, l found lawyer Bimby
had quite recovered from his dizziness, and
all hands for supper, which was served in
the bAQ / eat between Bimby and
Jennie, and tnads. love to both Of them ID
turn to one as Maggie Lee, and to the
other a. myself. After supper, at which /
astonished several by eating rather more
heartily than young ladies generally do,
we had moro dancing. and / hintsd pretty
strongly to Mr.. Bimby, that I should like
to try another waltz.
Finding it rather dry amusement to
dance with my own kind, / soon aban-
doned that pleasure, and persuaded Jennie
to stroll off into the moonlight with me.
We found the grove q charming place, full
of picturesque little corners, and rustic
seats, and great grey rocks leaning ont
over the river. On one Of these latter q
little bench was placed, in q nook shell
tered from the wind, and from sight.
. Here we sat in the full food of the
moonlight, and having just had dinner,
felt wonderfully in need of cigar. Ac-
cordingly, / went to little stand near
the ballroom, and purchased several of
the wondering women who sold refresh
ments. Then returning to the seat By the
rocks, / gave up all fears Of my incognito,
and reveled in the pleasures Of solitude
the fragrance of my cigar-the moonlight
and little Jennie's presence.
How long we sat there heaven only
knows. We talked, and laughed, and
sang, and looked in each others eyes, and
told fortunes, and performed all the nom
sensical operations common amongst
young people just falling in love with each
other, and might have remained there nm
til the month Of August, in the year Of our
Lord eighteen hundred and fifty seven, for
aught I know, had net the carriages been
sent to convey us home, and the rest of
the company began to wonder where We
were.
This wonder begat questions, the uues-
tions fears, and the fears search, headed
by the valiant Bimby. They called and
looked and listened, but our position down
in the sheltered nook among the rocks,
prevented them from Learing Us, or we
them.
At length, they hit upon our path, and
all came along, single file, until they got
to the 0p0n space above.
Then they saw sight. @
! was spread out in free and easy DO
sition, my bonnet of, and my hair some
what towzled up, putting away in a very
unlady-llke style, at highly favored
Concha.
Jennie was sitting close beside me, with
her head almost on my shoulder, and her
waist almost encircled by my arm. Just
as the party came along above US,
laughed out in loud masculine voice =
"Just think Of poor what's-his-name
there-Bimby! Suppose he knew that he
had been making love to a mani"
"Hush!" cried Jennie. "Look! there
be is-and, oh, my gracious! there is the
whole company!"
Yes, wewere fairly caught. 1t YVES of
no use for me to clap on my bonnet and
too much for that. Besides, by thus time.
Bob Styles and Maggie Lee were doubt
less one flesh, and my disguise was of no
further Importance, so / owned up and
fn1d tho story