The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-05-07
A Day in Woman's Clothes
A Modest Young Mans Experience.
ssT COULDN'T think of such a thing. ="

Il But you must. My happiness de-
pends upon it. Here put on the thiugum-
bobs, and the what's its name"
And my friend Bob Styles held up before
my hesitant gaze full suit Of feminine
apparel.
His idea was that should personate his
lady love for one day, to prevent anybody
from suspecting the truth-namely, that
she had Joined him in q runaway marriage
party-until it should be too late for inter
ference; that is, until the minister should
have tied knot between them that moth
ing but special grant of the Legislature
could unite.
The scheme was not actually so absurd
as it appeared at first sight. Maggie Lee
was a tall, queenly woman, with an almost
masculine air, and at that time | had
very slight form-almost effeminatc, so
that in fact, there was really but little diff
ference on that point. Then | had light
hair parted in the middle, and put bon
net on my head and few persons will OBJ
serve that / am not of the softer sex.
These accessories also gave me quite de-
cided resemblance to Maggie Lee, especially
as when in this case the disguise was her
own.
Then the day chosen for the runaway
match was an auspicious one. Maggie s
pa was to drive her TO D, small
village near where she lived, and there She
was to join sailing party down D
river, to the grove three miles below; from
which the party was to return in the even
ing in carriages.
Our plan was, that should be waiting in
the village, and should go ON the boat
with the sailing party, while Maggie after
leaving her father should slide of with Bob
styles across the country
At last got dressed, and presented my
self before Maggie, blushing great deal,
believe, feeling very much pinched about
the waist and with an uncomfortable con-
seriousness that my-shirt sleeves were to
short; or wanting altogether
Everything finished, in the way Of toilet,
Bob Styles took me in his light wagon and
Airove me over to D, by secluded
route and left meat the hotel, where the
sailing party was to assemble. Several ol
the picnicers were there, and they greeted
my cavalier with cordiality, Everybody
knew Bob Styles, asking if he was going
with them. He told them he was not.
Pressing business engagements you know,
and all that sort of thing. Dueced sorry
can't go, through l just had time to
bring Miss Lee over and I'm Off Mr.
Bimby, this is Miss Lee, and he ratified of
a lot of brief introductions, which convinced
me that there was but few Of the company
that were acquainted with the young lady
whom was personating-a very fortunate
thing for the preservation Of my disguise.
Mr.. Bimby, tall, legal looking man
with hook nose, and eye glass and puff.
hair seemed to be pleased with my person
ells, and overheard him whisper TO l}ol
Styles as he went OUT
"Nice looking girl that Miss Lee"
Yes" answered Bob with mischiev
Gus glance at him, " she IL nice girl
though a little go ahead sometimes. Keel
a little lookout ON her, win you''-tben low
ering his voice said--"not a bad match 70
YOU, old fellow she is rich"
I" Is she 9' said Bimby, his interest deep
ening.
son my honor" replied Bob. Fort
thousand dollars in her own right
"Day, Day ~ and he was gone