The Blunders of a Bashful Man | Page 4

to hold the reins while
I got out. As I lifted her down, the whole company, who had been
watching for our arrival, burst out laughing. Miss Belle looked at me
and burst out laughing, too.
"What's the matter?" I stammered.
"Oh, nothing," said she; "only you dusted your clothes with your
handkerchief after you fell, and now you've wiped your face with it,
and it's all streaked up as if you'd been making mud pies, and your hat's
a little out of shape, and--"
"You look as if you'd been on a bender," added the fellow who had
induced me to come to the confounded affair.
"Well, I guess I can wash my face," I retorted, a little mad. "I've met
with an accident, that's all. Just wait until I've tied my horse."

There was a pond close by--part of the programme of the picnic was to
go out rowing on the pond--and as soon as I had fastened my horse, I
went down to the bank and stooped over to wash my face, and the bank
gave way and I pitched headlong into twelve feet of water.
I was not scared, for I could swim, but I was puzzled as to how to enjoy
a picnic in my wet clothes. I wanted to go home, but the boys said:
"No--I must walk about briskly and let my things dry on me--the day
was so warm I wouldn't take cold."
So I walked about briskly, all by myself, for about two hours, while the
rest of them were having a good time. Then some one asked where the
lemons were that I was to bring, and I had to confess that they were at
home in the store, and dinner was kept waiting another two hours while
a man took my horse and went for those lemons. I walked about all the
time he was gone, and was dry enough by the time the lemonade was
made to wish I had some. But the water had shrunk my clothes so that
the legs of my pantaloons and the arms of my coat were about six
inches too short, while my boots, which had been rather tight in the
first place, made my feet feel as if they were in a red-hot iron vise. I
couldn't face all those giggling girls, and I got down behind a tree and
the tears came in my eyes, I felt so miserable.
Belle was a tease, but she wasn't heartless; she got two plates, heaped
with nice things, and two tumblers of lemonade, and sat down by my
side coaxing me to eat, and telling me how sorry she was that I had had
my pleasure destroyed by an accident.
I had a piece of spring chicken, but being too bashful to masticate it
properly, I attempted to swallow it whole. It stuck!--she had to pat me
on the back--I became purple and kicked about wildly, ruining her new
sash by upsetting both plates. She became seriously alarmed, and ran
for aid; two of the fellows stood me on my head and pounded the soles
of my feet, by which wise course the morsel was dislodged, and
"Richard was himself again."
After the excitement had partially subsided, the punster of the

village--there is always one punster in every community--broke out
with:
"Oh, swallow, swallow, flying South, fly to her and tell her what I tell
to thee."
The girls laughed; I looked and saw Belle trying to wipe the ice-cream
from her sash.
"Never mind the sash, Miss Marigold," I said, in desperation, "I'll send
you another to-morrow. But if you'll excuse me, I'll go home now. I'm
not well, and mother'll be alarmed about me--I ought not to have left
father alone to tend store, and I feel that I've taken cold. I presume
some of these folks will have a spare seat, and my boots have shrunk,
and I don't care for picnics as a general thing, anyway. My clothes are
shrinking all the time, and I think we're going to have a thunder-shower,
and I guess I'll go."--and I went.
CHAPTER II.
HE MAKES AN EVENING CALL.
It's very provoking to a bashful man to have the family pew only one
remove from the pulpit. I didn't feel like going to church the day after
the picnic, but father wouldn't let me off. I caught my foot in a hole in
the carpet walking up the aisle, which drew particular attention to me;
and dropped by hymn-book twice, to add to the interest I had already
excited in the congregation. My fingers are always all thumbs when I
have to find the hymn.
"I do believe you did take cold yesterday," said mother, when we came
out. "You must have a fever,