Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1872-12-06

That OLEsr ouNDAx HT.--LaSS SUNDAY
night was afearful night on e s'boys' who 90
to church with the girls. Everything was lovely
on the way there, and there was the usual t'taks
care of the STEP" and lis your shawl we'll on, :"
and all those little things that the wise.t of u
can't get over saying when Bright Eyes is along.
Whom the hail began to rattle on the roof every
body tried to look as if it didn't make any diff
ference and as if we all had three suits of clothes
at home and were rather anxious to wet the suit
we had ON so as to get at the Others. And then
general hatred took possession of the congrega-
ton, the girls thinking of their bonnets, and ha-
ting the fellows that brought them there, and
the fellows thfsking il it hadn't been for the
girls they would be at homo smoking pipe. A
cessation of the rattle on the roof made every
body happy, and its renewal plunged every one
into despair. When We get out it was a sweet
surprise to find that some kind hand had Sleeted
the hail over, and the frantic ordinations and
sudden disappearances at the door showed that
the thing was successful We shall never forget
how grand Ferguson, who had new shoes on,
looked a. he stood on the steps and buttoned his
coat and rtraiehtened himself up and told his
fair companion it was "ail right there was no
danger; - nor, in minute after, the wild clutch
ing and the frantic Let me go-o-o Mr.. Fergu-
son." al that gentleman shot out into the street.
on mission to the curb-stone trying to tunnel
the sidewalk on his way with the seat of his
pants. His pathway home was not one of roses.
Between clutching at the fences and skirmishing
in all directions it became evident that he would
soon pull his TAI companions head off with his
umbrella. After desperate struggle to keep
up, in which he landed violently on cellar door,
he gathered himself up with the assurance that
it was call right" ''How can you say SO Mr.
Ferguson when you have nearly put my eyes
out Do put the horrid thing down." But the
unhappy man was determined to do his duty if
it cost her her life, and he kept the 'thorrid
thing" up, almost paralyxing himself in an ef-
fort to balaneeit over her head, project he only
desisted from, upon her assurance that he would
punch her ear of if he persisted. The last we
saw of them Ferguson had chasseed violently
across the walk, carrying away the helmet of
his companion, and was clinging to the lamp
post with his umbrella turned inside out and
gazing helplessly at the wreck he had made
The flashing eyes of the fair one said more than
her tongue could have uttered
An hour later he came to our room on the pre-
tence Of borrowing needle to epair damages.
He punched the frethoughtfully awhile and said:
stakeholder It's all ri ht in good weather
when girls are serene, but don't you try it in
sleet It isn't balmy. You had better have
died young than to have 'sms cut with new
bonnet in sleet. It's far from balmy, tell
you.''
1t is very hard to say what Ferguson meant
by balmy, but he seemed to like the word. He
agreed to stay all night, and an hour after whom
we thought he was asleep, he pulled the cover
from his nose and called out:
ooh, Stakeholder Are you asleep2 land
getting snore for an answer, went on in re-
signed soliloquy:) Well, it don't make any diff
ference, but just wanted to tell him that he
won't find it balmy."