The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1873-01-31

complexion the little Pitcher had Sh'
was jolly as n guinea pig and graceful Al
fawn. I met her at a wedding. i
was rip-roaring frolic. We begal
dancing and fighting early in the after
noon, and danced and fought through
the night until breakfast next morning
Then We had race for the bottle from
the former home of the bride to the
house of the groom's father, and pro.
cession on horseback where each " fel-
Ter" rode by the side of his "girl :" and
as skirts were unknown, pedal extremi-
ties were exposed, and trotted along
gazing at "Pop," as she was familiarly
called, with her sweet little foot and
rounded nkleexposedto the atmosphere.
/ was young, tender and susceptible,
and before we reached the end Of our
brief pilgrimage I was desperately in
love.
II was stupid business on my part,
for Pop had her "feller." He was a
tall, broad-shouldered, double-isted
brute, answered to the name of Jackson
Fossets, and it was understood that he
and my little love were soon to be united
in the holy bonds of matrimony.
l was ass enough to "cut the fellow
out" to use country phrase. Little
Pop took to my store clothes. She liked
the novelty of the thing and gave her
Fossets the cold shoulder. / heard his
muttered thunder, but took no heed.
That night the fun was fast and furi-
Gus at the paternal residence of the
groom. The progenitor of the happy
man was a client of our Office and ex-
tremely friendly toward me. He exhib-
tied this-he took me one side and gave
warming that Fossets was going to
thrash me the first time that he caught
me out, and as l was not used to that
sort of thing, the way for me to do was
to get my pistol, retreat to wall or cor
ner, so as to keep the law on my side,
and then, my boy, he said earnestly,
lust you perforate him like water
melon. Them big lawyers of yours
can see You through like cheese knife"
Then again he called me out, and said
when gottired frolicking hewouldshow
me bed, where could turn In and
get nap. He led me to a room at the
end of the porch, and made exhibit of
said couch. / had no idea of sleeping, |
and returned to the side of my Polly. |
About midnight, however, she disap-
peared, and the gay and festive scene
lost all attraction. What was the rural
lance of "hug and snug" when Polly
was neither thug nor snug?" And
hen, feeling weary and sad, stole
quietly to the little bedroom to turn in.
The room was dark as the correspond
,nce on consequential damages. 1
closed the door, undressed, and feeling
or the bed got in. Then for the first
line / discovered another occupant.
that the old gentleman had
yranted the same favor to some other
,uest, 1 took my place and soon fell
sleep with an ugly suspicion that en-
cred my brain that the strange bedfel-
ow might be that rascal Fossets, my
ival.
slept the sleep of innocence and
'eace. 1 was awakened by a row.
When opened my eyes day was in the
DOM, and with the day crowd of peo-
lie laughing boisterously. In the Gen.
er of the room stood the old gentleman
-ho had so kindly given me bed, and
my side, sitting up and crying, was, to :
~ horror, the little Pitcher. She strove
, vain to cover her snowy shoulders with
very brief under-garment, that, al
lough worn during the day, served its |
Their use of night-gown.
l had only a second for reflection. ,
mong the people crowded in at the door :
as the terrible Fossets, who swore ,
18th much earnestness and shook his :
ig fists as if he intended to punch some
ne. The old gentleman drove out the
rowd, and telling me to come to break ,
lst left the room. How dressed and :
,trcated do not know. / tried to ex-
lain to Pop as did so, but she had dis
ppeared under the clothes and laughed
nd cried Historically until withdrew.
got to breakfast with what appetite
might. The old gentleman had to ex-
lain, swearing that she didn't know
nat fool Pop Pitcher was going to husk
erself in that bed )" and tried, but no
ne would believe us-while Fossets .
as on the porch bringing his two fists
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