SITTING UP WITH HER.

Evening Star, Issue 3554, 14 July 1874, Page 3

SITTING UP WITH HER.

(Danbury News.)

She was expecting him on Sunday night ; the parlor curtains were down, the old folks notified that it was healthy to go to bed at eight o’clock, and Johnny bribed with a cent to permit himself to be tucked away at sunsneaked up the path, one eye on the dog, and the other watching for the man,” who didn’t like him any too well, gave a faint knock at the door, and it was opened, and he was escorted into the parlor. He said ho couldn’t stay but a minute, though he didn’t mean to go home for hours. . v he wanted to know how his mother was ; if his father had returned from York State ; if his big brother Bill’s rheumatism was any better ; and he went over and sat down ©n the sofa, so as not to strain his voice Then conversation flagged, and he played with bis hat, and she nibbled at the S' fa tidy. He finally said that it was a beautiful evening, and she said that her grandfather predicted a snow storm. He said he guessed it wouldn t snow, as the moon was not crooked enough t« hang a powder horn oh the end, and she said she didn’t believe that it would either. This seemed to gjve them both courage, and he wanted to know if she had seen Bill Jones lately, bhe badn t, she said, and she didn’t want to. They then went on talking about the donation visit which was to be given before long to Elder Perry and he carelessly dropped his hand in hers—while his left arm sneaked along the sofa, and got behind her shoulders. She pretended not to notice it, and he looked down at his hoots, and wanted to know if she thought mutton tallow rotted our boots faster than lard and lampblack ? She couldn’t say, but she had an idea that it did. He had just commenced to hook fingers with her, when she discovered something wrong with thp lagip. She rose qp and turned thp lump half down, making the room look dim. It took him minutes to get hold of her fingers again, and she pret nded to want to draw her hand all the time After a long pause, he lowered his voice to a whisper, and said he didn’t see what made folks love each other. She bit her handkerchief and ad mitted her ignorance. He said he could name a dozen young men who were going to get married right away, and his arm fell -lown and gave her a hug. Then he went over and looked out of the window to make sure that it was or was not going to snow, and coming back he turned the lamp down a little more, and then sat down and wanted to know if she didn’t want to rest herself by leaning her head on his shoulder. Ah, me ! We have all been there, and who of us carrd a cent when the old clock ►truck twelve and we five miles from home? The old man was fast asleep, the watch-dog gone a visiting, and the handsomest girl in the country didn’t see why we need be in a hurry. Perhaps I shouldn’t have written this, but as I was going by Saunders’s the other day, thinking of the night I heard h ; m whisper in her ear at spelling school that he’d love her very shadow as long as he lived, he raised the window and called to her, as she was picking up chips in the road—

M v iue Saunders, come in here and find the b’ar’s grease for my sore heel, or I’ll break every bone in your body !”