The Alleghanian. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1859-1865, 1865-02-02
DAY III PETTIC0ATS.
BY A MODEST YoUNa MAN.

81 couldn't think of such thing"
"But yop must. Ny happiness depends
on it. Here, put OH the thingumbobs, and
the what's his name"
And my friend, Bob Styles, held up be-
fore nay hesitant gaze a suit Of feminine
apparel.
His idea was that should personate his
lady-loYe for one day, TO prevent anybody
from suspecting the truth-namely, that
she had joined him in a runaway marriage
party-until it should be too late for in
reference; that is, until the minister
that Eothing but special grant OF Legis-
lature could unite.
This scheme was not actually so absurd
as it appeared at first sight. Maggie Lee
was tail, queenly woman, with an almost
masculine air, and, at that time, [ had a
very slight form-almost efeIninate-so
that, in fact, there was really but little
difference in that point Part my hair in
the middle and put a bonnet on my head,
and few persons would have suspected but
that [ was really one of the softer SEX
These accessories also gave me quite a
decided resemblance to Maggie Lee, es-
pecially when, as in this case, the disguise
was her own.
Then the day chosen for the runaway
match was an auspioious one. Maggie's
papa was to drive her to D., a 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 in the even
ing, in carriages.
Our plan was, that should be in wait
ing in the village, and should go on the
boat with the sailing party, while Maggie
after leaving her father, should slip off
with Bob Styles, across the country
At last [ got dressed, and presented
myself before Maggie Lee, blushing great
deal, believe, feeling very much pinched
about the waist, and with an uncomfortable
consciousness that my-my shirt sleeves
were too Short or wanting altogether.
. Everything finished IN the way of toilet,
Bob Styles took me into his light wagon,
drove me over to D, by a secluded
route, and left me at the hotel where the
sailing party was to assemble. Several of
the picuickers were already there, and
they greeted my cavalier cordially, (every
body knew Bob Styles,) asking if he was
going With them, etc. He. told them he
was not.
"Pressing business enga gements, you
know, and all that sort Of thing Deuced
sorry can't go, though. just had time
to bring Miss Lee over, and now I'm off
Mr.. Bimby, this is Miss Lee. bliss With
ergall, Miss Lee" and he ratified off long
string Of brief intro6uctiors, which con-
WINGED me that but few of the company
were acquainted with the young lady whom
| was thus personating-a very fortunate
thing for the preservation of my disguise
Mr.. Bimby, tall, legal-looking man,
with hook nose, an eye-glass, and puffy
hair, seemed to be preposssssed with my
personeHe, and l overheard him whisper to
Bob Styles, as he went out:
"Nice looking girl, that Miss Lee"
dyes" answered Bob, with mischiev-
Gus glance at me, "she is nice girl, tho
little go-ahead sometimes. Keep little
look out on her, will you, then, lowering
his voice,--Hnot bad match for you, old
fellow, she is rich.''
''Is she? % said Mr.. Bimby, his interest
deepening.
"On my honor" replied Bob. "Forry
thousand dollars in her own right. Day
day - and he was gone.
Maggie Lee, artful creature that she
was, lad told her father that the sailing
party ~ to assemble at another hotel, and