The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-04-07

AIueI buppoxs nv WHICH ooooAAAbnou oov-
eral by eating rather more heartily than
young ladies generally do, we had more
dancing and ] limited pretty strongly to
Mr.. Bimby that I should like to try
another waltz.
Finding it rather dry amusement TO
dance with my own kind, ! soon sban-
doned that pleasure, and persuaded Jen-
ME to stroll off into the moonlight with
me. We found the grove q charming
place, full Of picturesque little corners,
and rustic seats, and great gray rocks
leaning out over the river. On one OF
these latter little bench was placed, in
q nook sheltered from the wind, and
from sight.
Here we sat in the full food of the
moonlight, and having just had dinner,
I felt wonderfully in need of cigar.
Accordingly, went to little stand near
the ballroom, and purchased several OF
the wondering women who sold refresh
ments. Then returning to the seats by
the rocks, gave up all fears for my in
cognito, and reveled in the pleasure of
solitude, the fragrance of my cigar,
the moonlight and little Jennie's pres
once.
How long we sat there heaven only
knows. We talked and laughed, and
sang, and looked in each others eyes,
and told fortunes, and performed all
the nonsensical operations common
amongst young people just falling in
love, and might have remained there
until the month of August, in the year
of our Lord eighteen hundred and
eighty-one, for aught / know, had not
the carriages been sent to convey US
home, and the rest of the company be-
gan to wonder where we were.
This wonder begot questions, the
questions fears, and the fears search
headed by the valiant Bimby. They
called and looked and listened, but our
position down in the sheltered nook
among the rocks prevented them from
hearing us, or we them.
At length they hit upon our path, and
all came along single file, until they got
to the open space above.
Then they saw sight.
was spread out i'll free and easy
position, my bonnet of, and my HAIR
somewhat towzled mp. One foot rested
on the ground and the other on O rock,
about level with my head (regardless of
my ankles this time), and there sat,
putting away In a very unlady-like style,
at highly favored Concha.
Jennie was sitting close beside me
with her head almost on my shoulder,
and her waist almost encircled by my
arm. Just as the party came along
above MS, 1 laughed out in a loud mascu-
line voice.
"Just think of poor what's-his-name
Bimby. Suppose he knew that
he had been making love to a man z"
Hushl" cried Jennie, "Look there
he is-and, oh, my gracious there is
the whole company !"
Yes, we were fairly caught, 1t was
of no use for me to clap on my bonnet,
and assume falsetto again-they had all
seen too much for that. Besides, by
this time, Bob Styles and Maggie Lee
were doubtless one flesh and my dis
guise was of no further importance, 80
/ owned up and told the story.
Bimby was in a rage. He vowed to
kin me, and even squared off, but the
rest Of the party laughed at him 80 un-
mercifully and suggested that he snould
waltz it out, that he finally cooled down
and SUNK away, to take some private
conveyance back to D..
Bob Styles and are living in large
double house together. He often says
that he owes his wife to my masquer-
aiding, but he don't feel under any obi
cation to me, for / owe my wife to the
same thing.
N. B.-My wife's name is Jennie.