Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1874-09-26

Bob's eyes sparkled with mischief.
For all he had been SO we'll satisfied
with the turn of affair, he wanted to
take some of Mr.. St. Clair's concsit
out of him, in way chat he woull
remember, and he fancied that the
right chance was about to present itself.
He called at the Osgood mansion,
and interviewed the chambermaid that
afternoon. When he went away, he
looked particularly happy.
Night came. ...-.- .+
All was still about the Osgood man
sion, when Mr.. st. Clair, with his gui-
tar under his arm, came down the quiet
street, and halted before it. He looked
up to the second story, where light
was burning, and then clambered over
the fence, and wended his way through
the garden, until he was under this
window.
Then he began to play
He played one piece, and then listened
intently.
There was a sound above, as if some
one were lifting the window.
Mr.. st. Clair heard the sound and
took courage.
"Oh come to thy window" he sang
in a pleasing tenor voice, and then, as
head could be seen just over the edge
of the window-sill, he went on with the
serenade. There were three or four
verses of it, very sentimental ones they
were too. The fellow from Boston"
began to be rather hoarse before he had
finished them.
"Im muchly obleeged to yez, Meis-
ther St. Clair" said voice from the
window overhead. That's very foine
poitry indade. But I'd prefer to hev
yez sing some of thin favorites of mine
that yez sung the last time yez was
here" 'Finnegan's Wake or Lama
gan's Ball, just what yez like best"
"Who the deuce are you" 2" asked st.
Clair more forcibly than politely.
Is it who I be, you're asking" res
ponded the voice from the window.
Why, TN your own thrue sweetheart,
Bridget McShaughnessy. When will
yez he afther a-coming agin, darlint ?"
st. Clair felt faint.
"Where Miss Lucie? p he
gasped.
Miss Lucy" reported Miss Nc
Shaushnessy, why, she left for the
country two days ago. Yez can come
now when the fit takes yez. Won't
you come in now, darlint, and hev a
cup O. tay wild me ?"
Mr.. ST. Clair responded t. this low
ing invitation in very strong language.
1t wasn' very complimentary to Miss
McShaughnessy, to say the least.
"Ah now, darlint, don't be cross wild
me, answered back the sweet voice of
Bridget. Would yez be afther break
in the heart av me wild yer cruelty :?
Shure its not the fault of me that the
misthress won't consent to my bein'
your thrue an lovin' wife. I'd marry
yez this blessid, minute but the misth-
ress thinks can do betther. Sodon't be
afther t'aisin' me darlint."
st. Clair could not say word. He
stared up at Miss McShaughnessy's
window as if he suspected her of being
crazy. The scene was too comical for
poor human nature to control it's risi-
bilities any longer, and shout of laugh
ter went up from all about him, and
dark forms struggled into view among
the shrubs in the garden.
"Allow us to congratulate you on
your wooing," called out one of St.
Clairs classmates, as we'll as he could
for the laugh which convulsed him.
Well intercede with the 'misthress'
in your behalf" cried another, and
then the "boys" gave a regular col
lege " Screamer' for st. Clair and his
I" fair one"
st. Clair made dash for the street.
He cleared the fence at leap, and was
out of sight in a twinkling. Such a
peal of laughter as followed him!" He
hasn't got over hearing it yet.
The next morning I" the fellow from
Boston" wasn't to be found. He had
gone home, and he hasn't been back to
A. since. The story got out in
Boston, in some strange way and the
poor fellow will never hear the last of
Miss McShaughnessy."
Bob Densmore felt perfectly satisfied
with matters and things" He didn't
get bewitched with Miss Lucie again,
though she tried her best to bewitch
him.