The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1868-02-12
.nSersolt AnteQigerlter,
m@W I c@wRTnD MARY AMI.
A PRETTY LITTLE STORY.

girl; she was not very tall, rather below
the medium height; black, short, curly
hair, and eyes of the same color-a perfect
beauty, in my estimation. The first time
I ever saw Mary Ann was at quilting
bee; she wore such q nice little bonnet,
and had such a nice duplex-ellptic water
fall, and such nice everything, it was
enough to make fellow do without his
dinner just to look at her. I was there
.bnt a short time before was desperately,
irrecoverably in love.
After the quilting was over | asked
Mary Annif could see her home, and
she said She was "Conseedingly ratified
at the honor referred on her, and she'd
be pleased to have my esquoratlon.
sJerusalem, my happy home!" if wasn't
in love before, was now. was gone
ND. I didn't know. what, them big words
meant, but as she offered me her wing l
concluded was a good egg, and of course
accepted it. After walking about three
miles with Mary Ann on my arm, listen
ing to the croak of the bulltrog: and.the
rnournful pipe of the whippoorwill, which
was waited to us on the gentle zephyrs,
we arrived at old Wigge's and found the
family still up, but they all soon retired
except one young one, who insisted on
sleeping on the settee. Finally, with the
promise of much candy and a new rag
doll baby, Mary Ann Induced the young
one to goto BED, and was left alone with
my sweet one. l kind of felt all over in
spots, but [ plucked up courage and hitch
ed up my chair along side OF lovely Mary
Ann, and passed my arm around her
beautiful neck She made no resistance,
but looking in my eyes with the express
sion of sick young feline, she dropped
her beautiful head on my shoulder and
drawed dickens of long breath. Could
paradise, or any other disc be compared
to the ecstacy Of my feelings at that time?
Gradually my head sank down till it
rested on Mary Anus head, and balmy
sleep stole over me.
How long l slept cannot say with pre-
cision, but when awoke | found myself
inutter darkness, still claspng her dear
form / spoke her name, but there was
no answer. I held my head down, but
could not hear her breathe. Dreadful
suspicion ran through my mind: what
was I to do? Thinks l, I've got some
matches in my pocket; I'll strike light
and see what is the matter Supporting
tie lovely Mary Ann with one arm, with
the other I procured some matches, and
after several Intellectual attempts to strike
a light I finally succeeded, and the whole
room was perfectly illuminated and Oh
what sight 1t was uot Mary Ann that
clasped in my arms, but an old-fashioned
pp-and-down churn. | hunted up my hat
and made tracks for home in doube.qnick,
.yowing everlasting hatred ON the sight OF
butter.
Most young fcllers would have been
discouraged after tho churn adventure,
but as / was always somewhat courageous
I was determined not TO throw away
gun for one snap, nor "give it up so,
Brown but went TO see Miss Mary Ann
the very next Sunday night 1 always
had a curiosity to know what in the thun-
der the girls made them things called wa
terfalls out OF; so that night when was
sitting alongside of Mary Ann with my
arms around her waist and her head rest
ing on my bosom, my thoughts dr.ittcd
toward waterfalldom. Presently heard
Mary Ann snore; thinks 1, now's my
chance I'll dssect it and see what is in
the critter; SO | went to work. After
taking out halt pint OF hair pins, the net
come off and out came the contents OF the
waterflll-frst, there wis a pair Of old
black stockings. then came an old hat.
then an old calico apron, then something
with ruffies all round it, next came two
stuffed pincushions one off each side of
Mary Ann's head, and then came-dog
my cats if know what-for Just then
got one of the tarnalist slaps in the mo- th
you ever heard tell ot-Mary Ann had
awoke; tell you left in short metre
just as went out at the door came
very near saying "churn," but didn't.
soon discovered that ] couldn't get
along without Mary Ann, and she dscov-
cred, as afterwards found out, that she
couldn't get along without mo, so sot
down, took my pen in hand, and wrote
Mary Ann letter as follows, viz:
My Beloved Mary Ann Can you ever
forgive me for tearing up your waterfall
IF you only would, my sweetest, would
fall on thy bosom and ask thee to be Mrs.
Teazle Immediately. o, Mary Ann,
.'As sure as the vine runs round the stump,
You are my darling sugar rlump.''-SuAKs.
PETER.
I knew she was fond of poetry who
could resist the above Mary Ann couldn't
anyhow, for the next thing l got the fel-
lowing:
Sweetestest Teazle unresisti-
ble letter has just come to hand and has
ten to anwer, and tell you that you are
forgiven from the bottom of my heart.
and, Oh Dear Teazle, can say with
Byron,
''Rosies red and volets blue,
Sugar is sweet and so is you"
Come to my arms this evening. dear
Teazle, and we never will fall out again.