Rensselaer Republican, Volume 14, Number 36, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 May 1882 — Hugged Against His Will [ARTICLE]

Hugged Against His Will

A most ludicrous scene transpired in 9 place not a thousand miles from the city of Louisville one night the other week, and though a little annoying to the parties concerned, was just so innocent and funny that we cannot refrain from giving the general outlines, suppressing names of course. Two sprightly and beautiful young ladies were visiting their cousin, another sprightly and beautiful young lady, who like her guests, was of that happy age that tdrns everything into fun and merriment. Ifthe truth were told, we fear we should have to record that these three misses were just a little bit fast. They were fond of practical jokes, and were constantly playing all pranks with each other. All three occupied a room on the ground floor and cuddled up together in bed. Two of the young ladies attended a party on the night in question, and did not get home until 11:110 o’clock at night. As it was Jate they concluded not to disturb the household; so they quietlv stepped into their room through the open window.* In about half an hour after they had left for the party, a young Methodist minister called at the house where they were staying, and craved a night’s lodging which of course was granted As ministers always have the best of everything, the old lady put him to sleep in the best room, and the young lady (Fannie) who had not gone to the party was intrusted with the duty of sitting up for the absent ones, and of informing them of the change of rooms. She took up her post in the parlor, and as the night was sultry, sleep overcame her, and she departed on an excursion to the land of dreams. We will now return to the young ladies, who had gone to their rpom through the window . By the dim light of the moonbeams, as they struggled through the curtains, the young ladies were enabled to descry the outlines of Fannie (as they supposed) esconced in the middle of the bed. They saw more —to wit, a pair of boots. The truth flashed upon them at once. They saw it all. Fannie had set the boots in the room to give them a good scare. They put their heads together and determined to turn the tables on her. Silently they disrobed, and stealthily as cats they took up their positions on each side of the bed. At a given signal they both jumped into bed, one on each side of the unconscious parson, laughing and screaming, “Oh, what a man!” They gave the poor bewildered minister such a genuine hugging and tussling as few parsons are able to brag of in the course of a lifetime. The noise of the proceeding awoke the old lady, who was sleeping in an adjoining room. She comprehended the situation in a moment, and rushing to the room, she opened the door and exclaimed: “Gracious, gals, it is a man —it is a man, sure enough!” There was *ne prolonged consolidated scream, a flash of muslin through the door, and all was over. The best of the joke is that the minister took the whole thing in earnest. He would listen to no apologies the old lady could make for the girls. He would hear no excuse, but solemnly folded his official robes about him, and silently stole away. Query —Was he mad at the girls, or —at the old woman ?