Continental Monthly, Vol. II. July, 1862. No. 1. by Various
page 85 of 312 (27%)
page 85 of 312 (27%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
'True as preachin', ma'am,' I replied, adopting the drawl--'all the way from Down East, and Union, tu, stiff as buckram.' 'Du tell!' she exclaimed, swinging my hands together as she held them in hers. 'If I warn't hitched to this ere feller, I'd give ye a smack right on the spot. I'm _so_ glad to see ye.' 'Do it, Sally--never mind _me_,' cried her husband, joining heartily in the merriment. Seizing the collar of my coat with both hands, she drew my face down till my lips almost touched hers, (I was preparing to blush, and the Colonel shouted, 'Come, come, I shall tell his wife,') but then, turning quickly on her heel, she threw herself into a chair, exclaiming, 'I wouldn't mind, but the _old man would be jealous;_' and adding to the Colonel, 'You needn't be troubled, sir; no Yankee girl will kiss _you_ till you change your politics.' 'Give me that inducement, and I'll change them on the spot,' said the Colonel. 'No, no, Dave, 'twouldn't do,' replied the planter, 'the conversion wouldn't be genuwine--besides, such things arn't proper, except with blood-relations--and all the Yankees, you know, are first-cousins.' The conversation then subsided into a more placid mood, but lost none of its genial good-humor. Refreshments were soon set before us, and while partaking of them I gathered from our hostess that she was a Vermont country-girl, who, some three years before, had been induced by liberal |
|