Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1869-04-07
EY SLEIGH RIDE.

Upon my word! George is gotten up re.
gardles,ly to night!'
Mamma, George has got on his new blue
Six ueck,ie--don't you see?''
MY dear sir, | was not aware you intend
ed going ont to night"
Nor. when man comes down stairs on
tiPtce, and ESSAYS 70 gain the front door with
the least possible amount of observation, it
int particularly agreeable to have a whole
tgoal>ide Of female tnngues unon him the
in.taa: he crosses the threshold However,
nat 10 seem dau ted, | confronted them
doggedly, painfully conscious the while of
extra bear grease on my hair, borrowed
rHg on my finger, and shirt whose gloss
might have reminded one of whole starch
factory. Need | mention, after enumera-
ting these particulars, tha, was in love?
Where are you going. George?' asked
my mother
Il am going sleigh riding with the party
trOm Judge Dacre : | answered. fitting on
apair of l.mon-colored kid gloves, which,
Considering the night was dark as pitch and
the thermometer stood at zero, was piece
OF ldlocy well beitring young man in love.
What lady do you take with you?"
"None?"
Why, Interrupted Dolly, where Miss
A'pendale y | felt myself grow hot all over
strove to answer indifferently, and esca-
Pas 10 nv little cutter soon jingled up to
ii' line of equiI ages in front of Judge Da-
Gss door.
Just in time, observed Harry Spicer,
hieung up his vicious little gray horse, as
Nat spacious animal was about to try the
edible qualities of my ear, .'the girls are
coming out-they ran in to warm while
Iaity Dacre was getting her things on.
"heW how cold it is. say, old fellow"
As the hight of passing lantern fell on my
'''' ensemLie-''arcn't those yellow kids
summing Tor the occasin? guess you've
@Aen ~ your next quarters salary for"
ne stopped abruptly, and the next min
u'e heard him whisper to some one beyond:
na'o' Judson, I've been and gone and
uohe 1t. mistook Old Barnwell for George
"hh"ood, and We been chatting him like
iurs. Their trars are as like as two peas. |
a'hder what he thought of me? crusty old
'"an' never to answer a word, thought"
hnsglnG myself, mentally of course, at
,D' deiasIon Of Spicer' took care not to
u a'u'e him of the idea 1t was a relief
'' oe nd Of the clack of his ceaseIess tongue
~ these reflections passed hurriedly thro'
~ mind, there was sound of merry. bird
"'e voices intermixed with musical laughter
-l the tripping of many feet.
Il ne girls. dozen or so in number, were
'''ng out, hooded, cloaked and furred.
-'' as | was about to guide my horse away
.''u' 'he gate to make room for some envi-
- "'i>areant who claimed proprietorship
w. OF more Of this glancing bevy of fem
,'.'e IoTtaess,a light foot was placed on the
-''sr Tall of the cutter, and Kate Aspindale
y'ang IN beside me, nesting down among
,i' robes as If il was her place by right
inope haven kept yon waiting, Bruce,
veil. 'io 'o'0' u ''ei
Ut words of glad greeting which had
sen % my lips seemed frozen on the very
po'As OF speech. Bruce" indeed SO
ls ml'fook me for the man of the money
SsS. dld she! Well, considering that she
tpi'ea Mr.. Barnwell so heartily, as she
assured me, her voice was attuned to
very ceaxing accents.
ohIy think, she went on, as, ebedient
''.s OF Go ahead from behind, me-
seaLy ioosened the reins and touched my
VI H''ie horse with the whip, George