Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1871-09-21
Cnnrting in Nebraska.

The following story is told by correspondent
of the Syracuse Standard:
A party of us were duck hunting the other
day on the Missouri bottoms. Night overlook
us almost before we were aware of it, and we
were obliged to seek lodging at the first dwelling
we could find. 1t was small, one-Story struc-
ture of three rooms, and occupied by family
of siX-father, mother, daughter and three sons.
The sons were ali unmarried, and from the calls
that were made afterward, we judge the daugh-
ter was unmarried also. We hadn't been in the
house five minutes when some kind of vehicle
drove up and two young men were ushered into
the parlor. Straightway the mother and daugh-
ter held whispered consultation which closed
with an invitation to the sittn room for supper.
1t wGs evident the young men callers had been
to tea, as they staid in the parlor with sweet
sixteen" Scarcely had we taken our seats at
the table when a howl from the dogs announced
another conner. He seemed TO avoid the front
door, aud knocked at that where our party was
just settling to supper. The mother rose to
answer the summons, when we were surprised
by the daughter opening the parlor door and
rushing forward with "Don't Git up, motherl
It's one of my fellowsi Come in, Jim; how do
you doP'
And Jim entered in response to the CHEEKY
salutatOn He made himself as comfortable as
possible till we had finished supper when an
other whispered conversation proved that the
"parlor is full as it ort to be, which was whis-
pered by Miss in response to some motherly
suggestion. The old gentleman solved the
question by inviting us into the kitchen to
smoke. 1t was evident jim didn't smoke, for he
remained in the sitting room. We should have
doubtless enjoyed quiet cigar had not the old
lady opened the back door, and shouted out at
the top of her voice: "Come round here to the
back door"
1t was another young man, and we fancied he
looked as if he had come rather late. Two young
men within the parlOr, one in the sitting room,
and one in the kitchen. What should be done?
The counting business was getting hotl There
was another talk between mother and daughter.
1t was evident their devices had been exhausted.
The old gentleman was called into the corner
lie settled the question with whisper:
"Ill be damned if I'll move again till the sit
ting rooms fullF'
Into the sitting room went number four and
we smoked. 1t was fully ten minutes before the
next disturbcrs came and they entered the
kit hen with the air of old acquaintainceS. We
looked anxiously at the host. Taking his pipe
from his mouth, a single sentence relieved us:
"Them's the widOwers! Stick!
And we stuck and smoked on. For the
next half hour the girl must have been kept
busy. The widOwerS certainly had third of
her time. 1t was o'clock We wished to go
to bed and the only bed we had discovered was
in the parlor. The old gentleman OWNED our
wishes and said:
'Im sorry, gentlemen. But this is one of the
regular courtin' nights! Them two fellerS in
inc JdIlOT never iCdNe DClOIC ulluHlgHl, anu inc
widowers alus stay all night. And that amt
the worst of it. Dan ill be here at ten o'clock
| and the boys allus sleep in the haystack Fri.
day night. Yer welcome to that"
The parlOr, stting-roOm and kitchen full, we
retreated to the haystack. In response to
question on the point the old gentleman said
that:
Friday nights it's putty bad, but Sunday it's
wuss. Last Sunday night there was ten on 'em,
and the girl is getting more and more par
tickiler. The more she gets the more she
wantsP
On the haystack, with a stiff breeze driving
| away the mosquitoes, we heard Dan drive up.
One of the last remarks of the old man before he
fell asleep was, Yes, gentlemen, courtn's hot
in NcbraskyP And we believed him.