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

against my legal admirer. I allowed him
to hold me very closely, and occasionally
looked at him with Understanding ex-
preston. When we stopped dancing, he
led me to my seat, keeping his arm about
my waist, and permitted it.
Having thus stirred Bimby up to feats Of
wrathful valor, asked one of the gentle
men to direct the musicians to play q
waltz Bimby came Immediately.
"Ahem-a-MissL Lee, shall Ia, have
the honor of-a-trying a waltz with your"
I smiled acquiescence and we c0mmenc-
ed.
Now, am an old stager at Waiting. I
can keep up longer than any non-profes-
sional dancer, male or female, whom !
ever met. As long as the Oachuchs or
Schounebrunnen ring in my ears, I can go
on, if it is for q year.
Not so Bimby. He plead want of prac-
tice, and acknowledged that he soon got
dizzy.
"Aha, old boy" thought l, III give you
turn, then.
But Ionly smiled, and said that should
probably get tiredIfrst.
ooh yes, he exclaimed, "of course, l
can waltz as long as any one lady, but not
much more" .s.
For the first three minutes, my cavalier
did well. He went smoothly and evenly,
but at the expiration of that time, began
to grow warm. Five minutes elapsed, and
Bimby's breath came harder and harder.
On we went, however, and scorned TO
notice his Stacking up at every round,
when we passed my seat. After some
twelve minutes, the wretched man gasped
out between his steps: -
ting tired, Miss Lee2" =. g r.
ooh, mol" burst forth as coolly as if
we were riding round the room. sob,
no, I feel as if I could waltz all night. /"
The look of despair that he gave me was
terrible to see. a,.. .s--f
I was bound to see him through, howe.
yer, and we kept at it. Bimby staggered
and made wild steps in all directions. His
shirt-collar wilted, his eyes protruded, bis
| jaw hung down; and altogether saw he
could not hold on much longer.
"This is delightful" I said, composed
ly, "and you, Mr.. Bimby, waltz so
easily" a' ~
"Puf-puf-a h-puf- s-oh-puff
-very-puff- delightful" gasped he.
Don't you think it ought to go a little
faster?' 80,
His eyes rolled heavenward in an awful
agony.
"Ah-puff -puff-I-dont-ah-puf
don't know"
So, when we neared the musicians,
said, Easter, if you please faster!" and
they played a Ia whirlwind.
Poor Bimby threw his feet about like q
fast PAGER, and revolved after the manner
of q teetotum which was nearly run down.
At last he staggered step backwards,
and spinning eccentrically away from me,
pitched headlong into the midst of small
bevy of ladies in corner. I turned
around coolly, walked to my seat, and
sent the young woman-killer for glass of
ice-water.
The miserable lawyer recovered his
senses Just in time to zee me thank bis re
val for the water.
l got some idea from this of the fun the
ladies find in tormenting Us poor devils Of
the other sex. r.
At this juncture, and before Mr.. Bimby
had time to apologize for his accident, lit
tie Jennie came running into the pavilion
which served as q ball room. As she
came near, I perceived that her hands
were clutched tightly in her dress, and
positively shuddered as she whispered to
me:
"Oh, Msggiei Maggie! come aad help
me fix my skirts-they are all coming
down."
What should do? Twas in agony. A
cold perspiration broke out upon my fore
head. wished myself thousand miles
away, and mathematical Bob Styles mas
querading project inwardly with fearful
maledictions.
said was tired out-could not some
body else go?
No, nothing would do, but l must &C
company her to the house of the man who
owned the grove, and assist to arrange her
clothing.
So went
What if it should be necessary to re-
move part Of her raiment! What if she
should tell me to do some sewing? What
| if. in the midst of all the embarrassment
of being closeted with beautiful girl of
seventeen, in a state of comparative free
dom from drapery, my real sex and iden-
tity should be discovered by herr
l felt as if an apoplectic fit would be q
most fortunate occurrence for me just
then!
However, / nerved myself up fof the
task, and accompanied Jennie to the
house designated. An old lady'shoved US
into her chamber, and Jennie, heaying
sigh of relief, let go her dress. as she
did so, a-pardon my bushes pdticoat
fell to the floor. She was about to pro-
ceet when alarmed her by sudden and
vehement gesture.
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