The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1871-05-06
NUMBER IS.
GOING HOME vvITEa SALLY.


One bright moonlight winters night, in
the days of slang syne," when school
houses, cheap schoolmasters, and blue
beach rods were the only instrumental
ties used for teaching the ''young idea
how to Shoot" we chanced to attend a
spelling school, in certain rural dis
trict, the geographical location of which
II Is not now necessary 10 mention -
Twas there, however, where our ewes
first fell on 'fairy form" that immedi-
ately set our susceptible heart in a blaze.
She was sixteen, or thereabout. with
bright eyes, red cheeks, and cherry Iips.
while the auburn ringlets clustered in pro-
fusion around her beautiful head, and her
person, TO our ravished imagination, was
more perfect in form and outline than the
most faultless statue ever cbiseled by the
sculptor's art. As we gazed, cur feel,
ines, which never before had aspired girl
ward, 1--WE were scarcely eighteen w ere
fully aroused, and we determines TO 90
home with her that night or perish in the
attempt. AS soon, therefore, as school
was dismissed, and our ''lady love" suits
ably 5ohneted and cloaked, we approach
ed TO offer our services as contemplated.
and we then learned an important lesson.
VIZ 4: the difference between resolving and
doing. AS we neared her TO put our RESI-
olution into execution, we seemed to be
stricken with a sudden blindness then
red, green and yellow lights flashed upon
our vision, and appeared and disappeared
like witches in a phantasmagoria Our
knees smote together like Belshazzer's
and our heart thumped with as much
force as if 1t were driving tenpenny nails
into our ribs. We, in the meantime.
having reached Sally's side, mana.ed to
humble over something which is, perhaps,
known to the Recording Angel, but surely
not to us, at the same time poking out our
elbow as nearly at right angles as our
physical conformation would admit.
The night wind blew keenly, which
served in some sort to revive US, and as
our sens ses returned, what were our emo
tions on finding the cherished object of
our primal love clinging TO our arm with
all the tenacity drowning man is said to
clutch a straw Talk of elysium, or
sliding down creased rainbows, or reed~
ing on German flutes, what are sich
| ''pheelings' in comparison with those
mighty ones which swelled our bosom
nigh unto bursting off our waistcoat but,
tons? Our happiness was simply ecstats
ic, and every young gentleman or lady
who has ever felt the mighty throbbinc
of newly fiedged love will completely
understand the world of bliss hidden un,
der that common word.
Well, we walked on pleasantly toward
Sally's home, conyersing very costly and
sweetly as we passed along, until so cour-
ageous did we become that we actually
proposed to ego in and sit awhile to
which our dulcinea graciously assented.
Alas for US! how soon were we to be
reminded that the ''course of true love
never did run smooth"
Sally had brother of some ten sum-
mers, who accompanied us along the way,
and who was in wonderful high spirits at
the idea OF his sister having a beau, and
he would circle around US, every now and
then gigghng in the highest glee, and ex-
aiming US as closely as if Sally and our
self were the worId-renowned Siamese
twins, and he was taking his first look.
Bill, by the way, was stubborn, chuckle-
headed boy, whose habiliments would
have made the fortune of an ordinary
dealer in mopsrags.
At length we arrived at the bars, and
while we were letting them down, Bill
shot past US and tore for the house, as if
pursued by thousand bulls Bushan. He
flung open the door with bang, and
! shouted at the top of his voice
''Mother! mother Jim Clark is cum
in hum with SAL
Sis be % screamed the woman in re-
ply ''waI, declar | didn't think the
sap-head knew enough ~
Reader, we didn't ''go in"