Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1880-02-20
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"a fellows. one of whom / knew
id ~ own character but who never
Cd 6eted me as Maggie Lee. The
yd = man was a great woman-kill-
% sort of easy devil-nay-care
re who made the ladies run
al him, by bis alternate wrath OF
al "a aud coolness of protestation.
I ected him to play off against my
ls( admirer. l allowed him to
ho on me very closely and occa-
sidnlly looked at him with a fasci-
nateg expression. When We stopped
dau uing, he led me to my seat, keep
ing is ir.n about my waist, and ]
per lifted it.
wing thus stirred Bimby up to
wrSthful feats of valor, / asked one
OF te gentlemen to direct the mu-
sicid Is to play waltz. Bimby came
imu diate ".
hem-a Miss Lee, shall l have
the honor of-a-trying a waltz
wit 6ou?"
4 billed gracious acquiescence
and e commenced.
NJ, 1 am an old stager at waltz
ing. Il can keep up longer than any
non-Nofessional dancer, male or fe-
male whom 1 ever met. As long as
thef achuca or Schonnobrunnum
rid In my ears I can go on, if it is
SO with Bimby. He plead
wa practice, and said that he
- bt dizzy. Aha, old boy.
I, "I'll give you a turn
tI only smiled, and said that I
81 nM probably get tired first.
N Oh, yes" he exclaimed. OF
course; I can waltz as long as any
one lady, but not much more.
For the first three minutes my
cavalier did we'll. He went smooth
ly apd devenly, but at the expiration
OF thnt time began to grow warm.
Fiv minutes elapsed, and Bimby's
breat6 came harder and harder. On
he We1t, however, and I scorned to
notiee bis Stacking up at every round,
when we passed my seat. After
som6 Zen or twelve minutes, the
wretxf1d man gasped out between
.ssaasu us~s.wsss4-gss.
ting, very tired"
"Oh nor 1 burst forth, as cody
as if we were riding around the
room-"Oh no, I feel as if I could
waltz all night"
The look of despair that he
gave was terrible to see.
I was bound to see him through,
however. aud we kept at it. Bimby
staggered and made wild steps in all
directions. His shirt color wilted,
eyes protruded, his jaw hung down ;
and altogether ] saw he could not
hold out much longer.
"This is delightful" said l.,
"and you, Mr.. Bimby, waltz so
easily"
Puff-puff-ah puff-yes-ah-
puff--very, puff-delightful,' he
gasped.
"Don't you think it ought to go a
little faster?".
He rolled his eyes heavenward in
agony.
:" All, puff-puff-puff-I don't
ah-putf-don't know"
"Faster, if you please-faster," "
and they played a la whirlwind.
Poor Bimby threw his feet about
like fast PAGER, and reeled after
the manner of q teetotum which was
nearly run down. At last he stag
gered step backward and spin
ming eccentrically away from me,
pitched headlong in the midst Of
bevy of young ladies' in corner. !
turned around cody. walked to my
seat, and sent the young lady-killel
after glass of ice water.
The miserable lawyer recovered
his senses just in time to see me
thank his rival for the water.
I got some idea from this Of the
fun young ladies have in tormentine
US poor devils of the other sex.
At this juncture, and before Mr.
Bimby had time to apologize for his
accident, little Jennie came running
into the pavilion which served for {
ball room. As she came near, I per
ceived that her hands were clutched
tightly in her dress, and I positively
sEuddered as she whispered to me-
"Oh, Maggie! come and help me
fix my skirts-they are all coming
down."
What should I do? I was il
agony. A cold perspiration broke
out upon my forehead. l wishet
myself q thousand miles away, ant
aIathematixed Bob Styles masquer
aiding project inwardly, with fea
and maledictions.
I said that I was tired out coult
not somebody else go?
No, nothing would do but I mus
accompany her to the house Of
oeufleman VIM ovped the prOve