Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1866-01-19
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A Day in Petticoats.
BY A MODEST YOUNG MAN.
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BY A MODEST YOUNG MAN.
. couldn't think of such thing"
s3ut you must. My happiness depends
ont Here, put on the teingumbobs;
an the what's his name"
Ind my friend Bob Stiles. held up be-
for nv hestant gaze whole suit OF
fesinine apparel.
His idea was that I should pcrsonate
hi lady love for one day to prevent any
lsay from suspecting the truth-namely,
tlat she had joined him in a runaway
nirriaec party until it should be too late
fr interference that is until the minister
houId have tied knot between them
Mat nothing but special grant Of the
Legislature could unite.
The scheme was not actually SO absurd
as il appeared at first sight. Maggie Lee
was tall, queenly woman. with an al
most masculine air, and at that time had
a very slight form-almost eifeminate, so
that, in fact, there was really but little
difference in that point. Then l had
light hair parted in the middle. and put a
bonnet on my head and few persons will
suspect that am of the softer sex. These
accessories also gave me quite decided
ltStIlbillCe 10 .ltHSlt l-tts NSpNeiatll
when as in this case the disguise was her
uMn.
Then the day chosen for the runaway
match was all auspicl0us one. Maggie's :
pa was to drive her to D. Il small
village near where she lived, and there
SHE was to join a sailing party down
D---river, to the grove three miles be-
low; from which the party was to return
in the evening III carriages.
Our plan was, that should be wait
ing in the villa. and should 20 10 the boat
with the sailing party. while Maggie, after
leaving her father, should slip off with
Bob stiles across the country.
AT last got dressed, and presented my
self before Maggie, bluShing great deal,
believe, feeling very much pinchcd
about the waist, and with an uncomiorta-
hle consciousness that my shirt slcevs We're
too short; or wanting altogether.
Everything finshed,in the way of toilet
Bob Stiles took me in his light wagon and
drove me over to D. by Il secluded
route, and left me at hotel. where the
sailing party was to assemble. Several
of the piclinickcrs were already there and
they greeted my cavalier with cordiaity
(eveIvhodv knew Bob Stiles) asking if he
was going with them. He told them he
was not.
"PreSsing business engagements YOU
know and all that sort of thing. Deuced
sorry can't 90, though. l juzt had time
to bring Miss Lee over, and now I'm off.
Mr.. biuby, this is Miss Lee. Miss
Withergall, Miss Lee and he ratified off
a long string OF briet introductions, which
convinced me that but few of the company
were acquainted with the Young lady
whom | was pcrsonating-a very fortunate
thing for the preservation OF my dis
gulse.
Mr.. Bimhy. tall legal looking man,
with hook nose, and eye glass and puffy
hair, seemed to be prepossessed with my
personelle. and overheard him whisper
to Bob Stiles as he went out.
Nice looking gill that Miss Lee"
"Yes," answered Bob, with mischiev-
Gus glance at me, "she is a nice girl, though
a little go-ahcad sometinles, Keep a
little locke ON her will you'-thcn
lowering his voice said-"not bad match
for you. old fellow, she is rich"
.''Is She" said Bimby, his interest
deepening,
ION my honor" replied Bob. Forty
thousand dollars IN her own right. Day.
day y and he was gone.
Maggie Lee attlnil creature as she
was, had told her father that the sailing
party was to assemble at another hotel
and hitherr he had taken her Having
business IN D--,he lett her there,
merely saying lie would send the carriage
for her at eleven o'clock.
She, like dutltul daughter kissed and
bid him good-b and before he had got a