The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1870-07-07
Il won't! Can't you let fellow

"Are you III pet
"Yes, am"
"Get up"
II won't"
Thsn came another laugh. BY thun
der, began to be rled.
! Get out, you petticoated scarecrows
can't you get Il beau without hauling ,
fellow out Of bed? l won't go home
with yoa, SO you may clear outrii Tael
Throwing my boot at the door, 1 Ie!
better; but presently, oh! moral but
tons-I heard q still small voice veI',
much like Lbs. and it id: Jack
you have to get up, for all the girls
things are in there"
| On, Lord, what 4 pickle! Think OF
me ia bed, covered with shawIs, NUTS,
bonnets and cloak,, and twenty girls
outside, waiting 10 get them! II had
stopped to think, l should have tainted.
As it was, 1 rolled Out among bonnets,
wire andlibbon in a hurry. ,T@.J q"
Smash went the millinery in every
direction. ! had TO dress in the Clark,
for there was a crack in the door, and
the way / tumbled about was death 10
straw hats. l opened the door and
found myself right among The women.
Oh, my leghorn, cries one; my dear
darling velvet, cries another, and they
pitched in They pulled me this way
and that; boxed my ears, and one
brshl-eyed little piecc-Sal, her name
was-put her arms around my neck,
ard kissed me on the lip. Human ma,
ture could not stand that, aud l gave
heras good as she sent. 1t WAS ,hc
first time | had ever had 4 taste. and it
was powerful good. ! believe l could
have kissed that girl from Julius Cesar
till the Fourth OF July. y9
"Jack," says she, 1--WE are sorry to
disturb you, but won't you see me
honey
"Yes, WILL" saidI.
did too, and had another smack at
The gate. After that we .ook to turtle
doving, aud both Of US signing like Il
barrel OF new cider, when We were
away from each other.
Twas the close of a glorious sum-
mcr day, the sun was sitting behind a
distant hog pen, the chickens were
going to roost, the bull frogs were
commencing their evening songs, the
|pollywogs, in their native mud puddlcs,
were preparing themselves for the
shades Of night, when Sal and myself
sat upon an antiquated back log listen
Ing TO the music ofnaturc, such as tree
toads, granting pigs. and roosters,
which were waited TO our ears by tie
gentle zephyrs signing among the null
len stalks. The last lingering rays OF
the setting sun glanced from the bright
buttons of 4 solitary horseman. and
shonc-rrom knot hole in the hog
pen-luIl on Sails iace-dvcing her
hair with an orange peel hue, and show
ing off my threadbare coat to bad ad-
vantage.
One Of my arms WAS around Sails
waist, she was toying with my auburn
locks of jet hue; she was almost gone
and l was ditto. She looked like q
grasshopper dying with the hiccups,
and l felt like q mud turtle, choking to
death on codfs! balls.
"Sal," says ], in voice as musical
as dying calf, twill you have me? y
She turned her eyes heavenward, and
clasped me by the right hand. had an
attack Of the heaves, and with q sigh
that broke her shoe-stlings, she said:
Eyes. my dear jack" and threw her
sclrin my lap, and I Rugged her until
l broke my suspcndcrs.
Well, 10 make long story short
she set the day, and We practiced every
night for four weeks, how we would
walk into the room 10 be married; till
VIC got so we could walk as graceful as
a couple of Muscovy dncks-wc mar
ried, and my troubles ended.