The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-02-15

shot with rifle, and I'm accomplished
tidler Bold to the confin es of impudence
he was favorite of the fair; with
heart as big as his foot, and II fist like a
sledge-hammer, he was the acknowledged
cock of the walk, and prcux cllevalier of
the pine hill country.
Mr. Bates met Sally Jones for the first
time at a quilting, and in sixty seconds
after sight he had determined to court
her. He sat beside her as she stitched,
and even had the audacity to squeeze
her hand under the quilt. Truth is
mighty and must be told. Although Sal
ly did not resent the impcrtinenc, by a
stick with her needle, she was net half
so indignant as she ought to have been.
dare notsay she was pleased, but peih APPS
should not be far from the truth if did.
1t is undeniable that the more gentle and
modest woman is, the more she admirts
courage and boldness in the other SEX
Sally blushed every time her eyes met
those Of her new beau, and that was
as often as she looked up. As for San
the longer he gazed the deeper he sunk
in the mire of love, and by the end Of
the evening his heart and his confidence
were both completely overwhelmed, AS
he undertook to see Sally home, he felt
numbness in his joints that was entirely
new to him, and when he tried to make
known his sentiments as he had previous
ly determined, he found his heart was so
swelled up that it closed his throat, and
! he couldn't utter a word.
"What a darned, cussed sneak | wasw
groaned Sam, as he turned that night on
his sleepless pillow. Whats came over
me, that | can't speak my mind to a pref
ty girl without a-chokin 20 Lord but
she is too pretty to live on this airth.-
Well, I'm going to church with her to-
morrow; and if I don't fix matters afore
l git back, then drat me-"
1t is probable Sam Bates had never
hearkened to the story of Rasselas,
Prince of Abysina," or he would have
been less credulous while thus listening
to the whispers of fancy, and less ready
to take it for granted that the defcien-
cies of the day would be supplied by the
morrow Tomorrow came, and in due
time Mr.. Bates tricked off in bran new
twelve-dollar suit Of jews clothes, was
on his way to meeting beside the beaut-
full Sally. His horse bedecked with
new fair leather bride, and new saddle
with brass stirrups, looked as gay as his
master. AS they rode up to the door,
Sam could not 1orbear glancing a tri-
umphant glance at the crowd Of Saly's
adorers that stood around filled with NOR
tifcation and envy at his successful au-
dacity Sallys face was roseate with
pleasure and bashfulness.
Stop minute, now, Miss Sally; I'll
jist git down and lift ye off,"
Sam essayed to dsmount, but in so do
ing found that both feet were hopelessly
fast in the stirrups. His face swelled
and Redeemed like turkey gobblers-
In vain he twisted and kicked the crowd
was expectant; Sally was waiting
"Gosh darn the sterrup" exclaimed Sam,
endeavoring to break the feathers with
his desperate kicks. At this unwonted
exclamation Sally looked up and saw her
beau's predcament. The by-standers be-
gan to snicker Sally was grieved and
indignant. Bouncing out of her saddle
in the twinkling she handed her entrap-
ped escort a stone,-" Here, Sammy,
chunk your foot out with this p
Oh, Sally Jones, into what error did
your kind heart betray you to offer this
untimely civility in the presence Of the
assembled county-admirers, rivals and
all
Sam took the stone and struck a fran
tic blow at the pertinacous strrup, but
missing his aim, it fell with crushing
force upon soft corn that came from
wearing tight boots. "Whoa, darn ye p'
cried he, losing all control of himself,
and threatening to beat his horses brains
out with the stone.
"Don't strike the critter, Sammy" said
old Jones; "you'll gin him the poll evil,
but jist let me Ongirth the saddle, and
we'll git you loose in no time"
In short, the saddle was unbuckled,
and Sam dismounted with his feet still
in the stirrups, looking like criminal in