Bloomsburg democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1867-1869, 1868-11-25

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was getting late and mighty uncomfortable
concluded to shin up the door post. NJ
sooner said than done, and I soon put my
self in bed.
"Now," says I, 'let her rip! Dance til
your wind,gives out!" And cuddling unde1
the quilts, Morpheus grabbed me.
was dreaming Of soft shell crabs ant
stewed tripe, and was having a good timt
when somebody knocked at the door and
woke me up. RAP" again. l laid low
"Rap, rap, rapr' Then l heard a whis
pering and knew there was whole raft o.
girls outside. "Rap, rapl" Then Lii
sings out:
"Jack, are you in there?'
eyes," says 1.
Then came roar of laughter.
"Let US in," says she.
II WON'T" says 'can't you let q fel
low alone?'
"Are you a-bed?" says she.
II am" says l.
SECT out" says she.
II WON'T" says 1.
Then came another laugh.
BY thunder !ssIsbegah to get riled.
"Get out, you petticoated scarecrows!"
cried; cant you get beau without haul.
ing.a fellow out of bed? I won't go home
with you'll won't-so you may clear out +:
And throwing boot at the door felt
better. But presently, oh, mortal buttons,
heard a still, small voice, very much like
Lib's, and it said:
Jack, you'll have to get UP, for all the
girls things are therel |"
Oh, Lord, what pickle! Think Of me
in bed, all covered with shawls, muffs, bon.
nets, and cloaks, and twenty girls outside
the door waiting to get in! If had stop
ped to think l should have pancaked on the
spot As it was, l rolled out among the
bonnetwarc and ribbons in hurry. Smash
went the millinery in every direction. l
had to dress in the dark-for there was a
crack in the door, and the girls will peep
and the way / fumbled about was death on
straw hats. The critical moment came. l
opened the door and foundi myself right
among the women.
ooh, my Leghorn!' cries one. "My
dear, darling winter velvetl |" cried another,
and pitched in-Sal II her name was
put her arms around my neck, and kissed
me right on my lips. Human nature
couldn't stand that. and gave her as good
as she sent. 1t was the first time I ever
got taste, and it was powerful coed. I
believe could have kissed Julius Cesar to
the Fourth Of July.
Jack" said she, I'VE are sorry to dis
turb you, but won't you see me home?"
"Yes," said I, II will"
I did do it, and had another smack OF the
gate too. After that we took kinder tur.
tle.doving after each other, both Of US sigh
ing like barrel of new cider, when we were
away from each other: Twas at the close
Of glorious summer day-the sun was set.
ting behind q distant hen.roost-the bull
frogs were commencing their evening songs,
the polly-wogs, in their native mud puddles,
were preparing themselves for the shades Of
highland Sal and myself sat upon an an.
tiquated black log listening to the music Of
nature, such as tree toads, roosters, and
gruating pigs, ard now and then the mellow
music Of distant jackasses was waited to
our ears by the gentle zephyrs that sighed
among the mullen stalks, and came heavy
laden with the delicious odor Of hen.roosts
and pig.styes. The last lingering rays Of
the setting sun, glancing from the buttons
Of solitary horseman, shone through
knot-hole in hog-pen full in Sails face
dying her hair an orange.peel hue, and
showing off my threadbare coat to bad ad-
vantage-one of my arms was around Sails
waist, my hand around the small Of her
back-she was toying with my auburn locks
.-and--and she was almost gone, and l was
ditto. She looked at me like grasshopper
dying with the hiccups, and I felt like
mud-turtle choked with Goldfish ball.
"Sal," says I, in voice as musical as the
notes Of dying swan, twill you have me?"
She turned her eyes heavenward, graspcd
me by the hand, had an attack Of the heaves
and blind staggcts, and with a sigh that
drew her shoe. strings to her palate, said
ssYes"