The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1871-06-06
Going Home with Sally.

less human nature has greatly changed
since our boyhood:
One bright moonlight winters night,
in the days Of '1ang syne," when
school-houses, cheap schoolmasters and
blue beach rods were the only instru-
mentalities used for teaching the
"yeung idea how to Shoot" we chanced
to attend spelling school p in
certain rural district, the geographical
location Of which it is not now neces
sary to mention. Twas there, how
ever, where our eyes first fell on a
"fairy form" that Immediately set our
susceptible heart in blaze. She was
sixteen, or thereabout, with bright
eyes, red cheeks and cherry lips,
while the auburn ringlets clustered in
a wealth of profusion around her
beautiful head, and her person, to our
ravished imagination, was more per-
feet in form and outline than the most
faultless statue ever chiseled by the
sculptor's art. As we gazed, our feel
ings, which never before had aspired
girlward (we were scarcely eighteen
were fully aroused, and we determined
to go home with her that night or
perish in the attempt. As soon, there
fore, as school was dismissed, and our
"lady love" suitably bonneted and
cloaked, we approached to offer our
services as contemplated, and we then
learned an important lessen, viz, the
difference between resolving and do
ing. As we neared her to put our
resolution into execution, we seemed
to be stricken with sudden blind
ness then red, green and yellow
lights flashed upon our vision, aud APP
peared and disappeared like watches
in a phantasmayoria. Our knees
smete together like Belshazzar's and
our heart thumped with apparently as
much force as if it were driving
tenpeny nails into our ribsl We, in
the meantime, having reached Sally's
side, manage to humble over some-
thing which is, perhaps, known to the
Recording Angel, but, surely, is not to
us at the same time poking out our
elbow as nearly at right angles with
our body as our physical conformation
would admit.
The night wind blew keenly, which
served in some sort, to revive us, and
as eur senses returned, what were our
emotions on finding the cherished OBJ
ject of our primal love clinging to our
arm with all the tenacity a drowning
man is said to clutch a straw Talk
Of elysian, or sliding down CREASED
rainbows, or feeding on German flutes,
what are sich "phelings" in COMPARE
son with those mighty ones that swell
ed our bosom nigh unto bursting of
our waistcoat buttons Our happi-
ness was simply ecstatic, and every
young lady or gentleman who has
ever felt the mighty throbbings of a
newlypledged love will completely un-
derstand that common word.
Well, We walked on pleasantly to-
ward Sally's home, conversing very
costly and sweetly as We passed along,
until so courageous did we become
that we actully proposed "to go and
sit awhile" to which our dulcina very
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
summers, who accompanied us along
the way, and who was in wonderful
high spirits at the idea of his sisters
having beau, and he would circle
AROUND us, every now and then gig
Cling in the height of his glee, and
examining us as closely as if Sally and
ourself were the world renowned
Siamese twins, and he was taking his
first look. Bill, by-the-way, was
stubbed, chuckle-headed boy, whose
habiliments would have made the for
tune of an ordinary dealer in mop
rags.
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 a thousand
bulls of Bashan. lie flung open the
deor with bang, and shouted at the
top of his voice:
"Motherl motherl Jim Clark is
comm hum with Sal p
"Is bel" screamed the woman in
reply.
oval, / declare !" I didn't think
the saphead knew enough !"
Reader, we didn't 60 in.