Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1881-08-25
Anmuruns department,
BILL JENKINS, TROUBLE.

although he had mingled with the world at
barbecues, bar rooms, and at many of the ct
cetra places where men may occasionally be
found-yet he was modest, very-whenever
placed in the company of ladies. He trem-
bled whenever pretty girl would speak to
him, and felt like culprit at the stand,
when called upon to see "Miss So.and So
home" Bill could never explain or account
for this most singular timidity. He would
sing, frolic, and be as wild as Rover among
men, but q petticoat would unnerve him in
stantly.
Lucy Ann Liggins had "set her cap" for
Bill, and it was determined to "lead him or
die" Bill, to tell the truth, loved Lucy, and
was as miserable out of her company, as he
was timid in it-but, as to popping the ques-
tion," that was impossible. Lucy knit purs-
es, hemmed handkerchiefs, worked bosoms,
and gave them to Jenkins, as we'll as several
gold rings, but still Bill would not propose.
Lucy declared to him repeatedly that she
loved him, and that she was miserable when
he was absent from her, and her happiness
in life depended upon being his wife-but
Bill was dumb. At last Lucy was determin-
ed that he should shear thunder" and when
he next visited her, after some preliminary
soft talk on her part, she very afectionately
said
"Billy, my dear, when are you going to ask
me to marry your for I want to get my dress
ready"
Bill tainted on the spot, and hartshorn and
water were applied for half an hour before
he was finally restored.
"What has been the matter, Miss Lucy ?"
20, nothing much; you tainted when you
were about to ask me to marry you-but /
told you yes-and, oh how happy we will be
when we are married! 1 will love you so
dearly; and as you said next Tuesday, why
am willing the wedding should be then-my
dear Billy, how I do love you!"
II am willing, Miss Lucy" was all that
Jenkins could articulate, while Lucy almost
kissed him into fits. What glorious victory.
Here we ought to stop, but justice to our
narrative requires that we should proceed to
the finale.
The next Tuesday had come, and trembling
at the approach of evening something seemed
to harrow up his mind, and to no friend, even,
would he communicate his deep distress.
"You are not afraid, certainly, to 60 up and
get married-why, to marry such beautiful,
charming and intellectual being as Miss Lig-
gins. should wish that time would fly like
news upon the electric telegraph line cheer
up Jenkins-cheer up!"
"Oh!" replied Bill, "you don't know what
distresses me. | can 60 up and get married.
that is easy enough but there is something
I know it feel it am satisfied of one
thing, never will be able to do, unless Lucy
will assist me-"
Explain yourself" replied his friend, land
if can, with propriety, will endeavor to
render you comfortable"
But Jenkins could not explain. He dared
not it was his timidity he saw the Rubicon
before him and he knew he could not pass it !;
but he was determined to get married, and to
trust to luck and Lucy"
The night came, and they were married.
All we're merry; the laugh, the song, the
chat and the dance made up lively party
until midnight-they commenced to disperse; !;
and at one o'clock, Bill jenkins was left "sol-
itary and alone" in the hall. Lucy Ann had
retired, and her bridesmaids were off in a
distant room. Bill was now at the point
where he thought his courage would fai! him.
His situation was a peculiar one. He was
not certain which was Lucy AIMS room, al
though he had been told, and even if he had
known he could not 60 to it.
The watchman cried "past two o'clock"
and yet jenkins was still alone, and appa-
rently engaged in perusing an old almanac,
which by chance had been left in his coat
pocket An old female darky, who resided
in the family, had been prevailed upon by
the ladies, who noticed Jenkins bashfulness,
to show him his bedroom, and she accord
ingly introduced herself to him in as modest
style as she we'll could.
"Mr. Jenkins" said she, "past o'clock"
"Oh, yes, l know it, I'm going home in a
few minutes. Old woman, where's my hat ?"
ut is in Miss Lucy's room, sir, you can
get it there if you'll 90 in. Mr.. Jenkins,
why don't you 60 to bed? ?"
The old woman seized hold of Jenkins,
and pulled him along until she got out of the
hall, and all his gaze was fixed for moment
upon the entry door; but she was determined
to put him in Miss Lucy's room, and after
violent efforts succeeded.
There he stood, with the knob of the door
in his hand, but the old darky had been
smart enough to lock the door outside. Lucy
pretended to be asleep, but that sort of gam
mon would not answer; at last she said
"My dear Billy, what is the matter ?"
81 want my hat" screamed Jenkins, and
Lucy, knowing his modesty, lesped out of
bed, and after carressing him for some time,
Billy went to bed with his clothes and boots
on, and trembled till morning.
How Jenkins subsequently succeeded in
getting over his bashfulness, can be known
by application to his dear Lucy Ann.
Reader, strange as it may appear, there
are Jenkinses' all over the world, but the
freemasonry of wedding life draws the cur
tain before the eyes of the uninitiated. Go.
ing to bed on the first night after marriage
must be among the most delicate situations
in life. Ask your married neighbor how it
was with him. We have had no experience
exactly in that way.
RETRACTIoN.-The following anecdote is
told of a distinguished lawyer of Massachu-
setts, who, but few years ago, went "the
way Of all flesh" He had been engaged in
a certain cause in Roxbury, wherein he be-
lieved the jury had done injustice to his client
Declaiming against the verdict, he said:
"The whole of them might have been bri-
bed for peck of beaas"
"What is that?" said the Judge. "You
dishonor yourself and the court, as we'll as
the jury, by such an impeachment"
81 meant no diresnect to The conrt vour