RESULTS FROM PLAYING A LARK.

Dunstan Times, Issue 656, 13 November 1874, Page 3

RESULTS FROM PLAYING A LARK.

—o— A lad writes to a fellow chum : “My sister Em has got a feller w*»o has been coming to see her ’most every night for sometime. Night before last, just to have a little fun, I went into tho parlor, and crawled under the sofa on the sly, and waited there till ho and Em got settled ; aid just as he was asking her if she was willing to be his dear partner for life, and trust to his strong arm for protection and and support, I gave throe red-hot Indian war whoops and bumped myself up against tho bottom of the sofa, and fired off an old horse pistol that I bad borrowed of Sam Johnson, and my gracious how that feller jumped up and scooted for the door. He never stopped to get his hat, but went tumbling head over heels down the doorsteps. As for Em she was just that scared that she squatted right down on the floor, and screeched like blue blazes, till dad and mother came running in with nothing on but their night cloches, and wanted to know wh; t the matter was. Em only yelled the 1 ndcr, and kept pointing under the sofa till dad got down on his knees and saw me there, and pulled me nut by the hind-leg. When he had got mo lout in the woodshed ho warped me over his knee, and then wont at me with an old trunk strap, and I haven’t get over it real nicely yet.”