The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1865-05-25

er more heartily than young ladies gen
erally dove had more dancing, and l
limited pretty strongly to Mr. Bimby, that
I should like to try another waltz.
He didn't take the hint.
Finding it rather dry amusement to
dance with my own kind, soon aban-
doned that pleasure and persuaded Jen-
ME to stroll off into the moonlight with
me. We found the grove charming
place, full of picturesque little corners
and rustic seats and great grey rocks
leaning out into the river. On one side
of these latter little bench was placed,
in nook sheltered from the wind and
from the sight.
Here we sat, in the full food of the
moonlight, and having Just had dinner, |
felt wonderfully in need of cigar. Ac-
cordingly, l went back to little stand
near the ballroom and purchased several
of the wondering woman who sold re-
freshments. Then returning to the seats
by the rocks, 1 gave up all cares or fears
for incognito, and reveed in the pleas
ures Of solitude-the fragrance of my
cigar-the moonlight-and little Jennie S
presence.
How long we sat there We talked
and laughed, and sang, and looked into
each others eyes, and told fortunes and
performed all the nonsensical operations
common among young people just falling
in love with each other, and might have
remained there till now, for aught know,
had not the carriage been sent to convey
us home, and the rest of the company be-
gan to wonder where we were.
This wonder begat questions, the ques
tions fears, and fears search, headed by
the valiant Bimby. They called, and
looked and listened, but our position down
in the sheltered nook among the rock:
prevented them from hearing US, or u;
them.
At length they hit upon our path, and
all came along single file, until they go
to the open space above.
Then they saw sight.
/ was spread out in free and easy po
sition, my bonnet taken off, and my hall
towzelled up. One foot rested on the
ground and the other on rock, abou'
level with my head, (regardless of ankles
this time,) and there | sat, putting away
in a very unlady-like style.
Jennie was sitting close beside me with
her head almost on my shoulder, and hel
small waist encircled by my arm. JUS
as the party came along above, laughed
out in loud masculine voice:
"Just to think Of poor-what's hi
name-Bmby Suppose he knew tina
he had been making love to man?"
"Hush !'-cried Jennie. "Look there
he is-and, oh, my gracious there is the
whole company
ayes we are fairly caught" 1t was o.
no use for me to clap on my bonnet and
assume my falsetto again-they had al
seen too much for that Beside, by this
time, Bob Styles and Maggie Lee were
doubtless 'one flesh" and my disguis,
was Of no further importance, so owneC
up aud told the story.
Lawyer Bimby was in a rage. HI
vowed to kill me and squared off, but the
rest of the party laughed at him so un
mcrcifully, and suggested that we should
waltz it out together, that he finally cool
ed, and skunk away to take some private
conveyance to D.
Bob Styles and are living in doubl,
house together. He often says he owe!
his wife TO my masquerading, but h'
doesn't feel under any obligations to me
for owe my wife to the same thing.
N. B.-My wife's name is Jennie.