whirlin' tn the air, ,iake offa gill orrun,, aud

 then ketch 1t as it come down, without los-

 in stroke tn the tune, Wha, Tye think of that, ha But scUll yoM chair rnWnd close along side CT me, SD yer eau hear.-- New, what have you con,r a'er! I-arcr ! O, jest takin' walk. Pleasant walkin' [ guess. mean jest to sec how you all do. HO. That's anuthcr ic. You've come coUrtin', Jonny Beed'e; you're a'tcr our Sal. Say, now, dye want to marry or on ly to cour, 2"

 This was what caR a choaker. Poor Sally made put one jump and landed ln the middle of the kitchen; and then she skulk- cd into the dark corner, ,till the old man, at. ter laughing himself into whooping cough, was put to bed.

 Then came apples and cider; and, the ice being broke, plenty Ofchat with maMmy Jones about the minister and the sarmon,' | agreed with her to a nicety, upon all the points of doctrine but l had forgot the text and all the heads of the discourse, but six. Then she teazed and tormented me to tell who accounted tho best singer in the gallery, that day. But mUm-,herc was no getting that out Ofme. "Praise tO the face is open disgrace" says I, throwing sly squint at Sally.

 At last, Mrs. Jones lighted t'other can- dle, and after charging Sally to look we'll to the fire, she led the way to the bed, and the squire gathered up hs shoes and stock. ings and followed.

 Sally and were left sitting good yard apart, honest measure. For fear of get ting tongue-ted again, set right in, with d steady stream of talk. told her all the particulars about tho weather that was past ,and also made some pretty cute guess- es at what it was like to be tn future. At first, gave hitch up with my chair at every full stop. Then growing saucy, | repeated it at every comma, and seMico- lon; and at last, 1t was hitch, hitch, hitch, and l planted myself firm by the side of her

 "T SNOW, Sally, you looked so plaguy handsome 10 day, that wanted to eat you up" "Pshaw, git along yoa," says she. My hand had crept along, somehow upon its fingers, and began to scrape .ccquaint- ance with hers. She sent it home again Editth.P 4ss,ks::"~aAy yiAft. riiigs" gs"s 6tes'.Jwre gettn' upstropulous, little old maidish, l guess. - Hands of is fair play, Mr. Bee- dle.'

 1t is a good sign to find girl sulky. knew where the shoe pinched. IL was that are Patty Bean business. So | went to work to persuade her that | never had any notion after Patty, and to prove tt fell to running her down at great rate. Sally could not help thiming in with me, and I rather guess Miss Patty suffered few. I, now, not only got hold of her hand without opposition, but managed to slip an arm round her waist. But there was no satisfying me; so I must go to DO. king out my lips after buss. guess rucd it. She fetched mo slap in the face that made mo see stars, and my ears rung like a brass kettle for a quarter of an hour. 1 was forced to laugh at the joke, though out of the wrong side of my mouth, which gave my face something the look ot grid iron.

 The battle now began in the regular way. An, Sally, give mo kiss, and ha' done with it, now. l won't SD there, nor tech to. I'll take it, whether or no. Do it, if you dare. And at it we went. rough and tumble. An odd destruction of starch now commenced. The bow of my crava' was squat mp in half a shake. At the next bout, smash went shirt collar, and, at the { same time some of the head fastening gave

 way. and down camc Sally's hair in a flood, like a mill dam broke oose,-car-

 rying away half dozen combs. One dig

 of Sally's elbow, at my blooming ruffle:

 wilted down to dish-cloth. But she had

 no timo to boast. Soon her neck tackIing

 began to shivor. It parted at the throat

 and. whorah, came school of blue and

 white beads, scampering and running ra'

 ces every which way, about the floor.

 By the hokey; If Sally Jones isn't real

 prit. there's no snakes. She fought ia'r'

 however. must own, and neither tried tH

 bite nor scratch and when she could l: fieht no longer, for want of breath she yielded handsomely. Her arms fell dowl } by Ter sides, her head back over her char her eyes closed, and there lay her l't!i' , plump mouth, all in the air. Lord d'' , we ever see hawk bounce upon yo"ns robin? Or bumblebee upon clover top l-I say nothing. . 1 Consarn it, how a buss will crack o' 3 still frosty night. Mrs. Jones was ab"" { half way between asleep and awake B " There goes my yeast bottle. said she t