The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1874-11-04
ALEXANDRIA, La, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 1874. . :

wanted to laugh the more. Fortune
ately Bimby came to my rescue ant
edged himself in among the crino
line.
MAY I sit here?' pointing to
low stool near me.
"Ah, thank said Bimby with
lackadaisical air, which nauseate(
me as coming from one man to an
other, ''you are as kind as you ar
facinating."
"You flatter me-
81! No, indeed; praise Of you can
not be fattery, Miss Lee
20, sir, really, you are a very
naughty man." I said in the mos
feminine tone I could command.
He cast languishing glance al
me, through the black lace veil, and
I fairly began to fear for his feelings
We soon arrived at the grove, and
found our land engaged beforehand
awaiting us.
OF course, dancing was the first
amusement, and Lawyer B. led me
out for schottische. It was hard
at first to take the lady's part in any
dance but soon got accustomed to
it. When a waltz was proposed,
resolved to have little fun at the
expense of the unfortunate Bimby.
l had first made him purposely
jealous by dancing with two other
young fellows, one of whom knew
in my proper character, but. who
never suspected me as Maggie Lee.
This young man, who was great
woman killer sort of devil NAV
care rascal, who made the ladies run
after him by his alternate wrath of
action and GOODNESS of protestation-
[ selected to "play off, on my legal
admirer. 1 allowed him to hold me
very closely, and occasionally looked
at him with half fascinating ex-
preston. When we stopped dan
cling, he led me to my seat, keeping
his arm about my waist, which I
permitted.
Having thus stirred Bimby up to
feats of wrathful valor, 1 asked one
of the gentlemen to direct the band
to play a waltz. Bimby came imme-
diately.
"Ahem-a-Miss Lee shall L
have the honor of-a-trying, a waltz
with your"
l smiled gracious acquiesce, and
we commenced.
Now | am an old stager at waltz
ing. l can keep it up longer than
any non professional dancer, male or
female, whom I ever met. AS long
as the Cachuca or the Schounebrun-
men ring in my ear. can go on if
it is for year.
Not so with Bimby. He pleaded
the want Of practice, and acknowl-
edge that he soon got dizzy.
"Aha, old boy" thought I, I "will
give you turn, thenv'
But l only smiled, and said that l
should probably get tired first,
20, yes he exclaimed "of course
can waltz as long as one lady, but
not much longer
For the first three minutes nv
did we'll. He went smooth
~ and evenly but at the expiration
Of that time, began to grow warm
Five minutes elapsed and Bimby's
breath came harder. On we went
however, and l scorned to notice his
up at every round, when we
passed my seat. After some ten Or
twelve minutes the wretched man
gasped out between his steps.
"Ah, a-are you not get-getting
tired?" III
90, no! I feel as if l could waltz
all night
The look of despair that he gave
was terrible to see. I was bound to
see him through, however, and we
kept at it. Bimby staggered and
made wild steps in all directions
His shirt collar wilted, his eyes pro-
truded, his jaw hung down, and alto
gether, l saw he could not hold. out
much longer.
'This is delightful" I said "and
you Mr.. Blmby, waltz SO easily.
"O-ah-yes-very = delightful"
he gasped.
Don't you think it ought to go a
little faster?' and they glayed a la
whirlwind.
Poor Bimby threw his feet about
like a fast PAGER, and revolved after
the manner of a teetotum, which was
nearly run down. At last he stag