The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1870-07-22


little boarding school maiden who hat
kissed me 50 affectionately, revealed
Jail her love affairs, and also became
very unpleasantly confidential abou
other matters innocent enough il
themselves, but not customarily talked
OF between ladies and gentlemen.
was terribly embarrassed, but it woult
not do to give up then. AS soon as
my trick should become known, Bol
Styles trick would come out, and new,
of that kind travels fast in the coun
try, and he and his lady love would
be telegraphed and followed, before
they could reach Philadelphia, where
the knot was TO be tied.
We soon arrived Mt the grove, an6
found our band-engaged beforehand
awaiting US. OF course dancing
was the first amusement, and lawyer
Bimby led me out for schottische.
1t was hard ut first for me TO take the
lady's part in the dance, but / soor
got accustomed to it. A waltz wa
proposed, and l resolved to have q lit,
tie amusement at the expense of the
unfortunate Mr.. Bimby.
/ had first purposely made him jealou,
by dancing with two other young fcl
lows, one oil whom / knew, in my owl
character, but who never suspected
mo as Maggie Lee. The young lady
killer-a sort Of easy, devil-may-
rascal. who made the ladies run after
him, by his alternate warmth of ac
ton and GOODNESS Of protestation.
selected him TO play off against my le
gal admirer. | allowed him to hold
on me very closely, and occasionally
looked at him in half fascina ing ex
preston. When we stopped dancing
he led me TO my seat, keeping hi,
arm about my waist, and l permitted
it.
Having thus stirred Bimby up te
wrathful feats of valor, I asked one o.
the gentlemen to direct the musician.
TO play waltz. BiInby come iInme
diately.
"Ahem-Miss Maggie Lee, shall
have hoEor ot--a-trying to waltz Will
yon?"
Ismiled gracious acquiescerce, and
we commenced.
Now, l am m old stager at waltzing
l can keep up longer than any non
professional darcer, male or female
whom / have ever met. AS long a.
the Cachuca or Schounebrunnen ringi
in my ears, / can go on, If it is d
year.
Not so with Bimby. He pleaded
want of practice, and said he soon got
dizzy.
AHA. old boy" thought I, "Il
give you turn, then"
But / only smiled and said should
probably get tired first.
"Oh, yes," he exclaimed. go
course; can waltz as long us any one
lady, but not much more"
For the first three minutes my cava.
lier did well. He went smoothly and
evenly, but Mt the expiration OF thai
time begun to grow warm.
Five minutes elapsed and Bimby's
breath came harder and harder.
On he went, however, and l scorn
ed to notice his s!ackening up at ey.
cry round, when we passed my scat.
After some ten or twelve minute:
the wretched man gasped out between
his steps:
"A-a-are you not-get-gettine
very tired?'
''Oh, no! I burst forth coolly as il
we were riding round the room, "oh
no, feel as If l could dance al
night?"
The look OF despair he gave me wa:
terrible to see.
1 was bound to see him through
however, and we kept at it. Bimby
aggered and made wild steps in al
directions. His shirt collar wilted
eyes protruded, his jaw hung down
and altogether / saw he could not hold
out much longer.
This is delightful" said I, "and
you, Mr.. Bimby, waltz so easily"
Puff-puff-ah-puff-yes-oh-
puff-very delightful" he gasped.
Don't you think it ought to go &
little fnster?" He rolled his eye:
heavenward in agony.
" All, puff-puff-I don't--ah, puff
don't know"
So when we neared the musicians,
said: "Faster, if you please, faster,
and they played a la whirlwind.
Poor Bimhy threw his feet abou
like fast PAGER, and revolved after
the manner of tetotum which wa.
nearly run down. At last he staggered
a step backward, and spinning eccen
trically away from me, pitched head
long into the midst of bevy of girll
in corner. I turned around, coolly
walked to my seat, and sent the wo
man-killer after a glass of ice-water.
The miserable lawyer recovered hi
senses just in time to thank his r;va
for his water.
I got some idea from this of th,
fun young ladies have in tormentins
us poor devils of the other sex.
At this juncture, and before Mr.
Bimby had time to apologize for hi
accident, little Jennie came running
into the pavilion which served for
ballroom. AS she came near, T per
ceived that her hands were clutchet
tightly in her dress, and I positivel,
shuddered as she whispered to me:
"Oh, Maggie come and help me Fl:
my skirts they are all coming down.
What should I do? was in ago
my. A cold perspiration bloke ou
upon my forhead. wished myself
thousand miles away, and anathema
tiszed Bob Styles masquerading pro
ject, inwardly, with fearful maledic
tions.