Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1846-05-13
She seemed the embodiment Of all that

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Mary expressed a desire to visit the
printing office. Gadl thought what a
chancet iii do it there, yes, there in
the very midst of the implements Of
mine art-why shouldn't l24Lope in a
Printing OG OGce--eh! There was some
thing originalin that. and l resolved to
try it atsall hazards. bas ,vlaaeo illf5.
L w elE Mary came to the office, and
Iexpiained % her the uses ofthe yari-
ousSi.3p 3plefneats Of the black art--the
Epfess and The Tolles---tlse44ink and. The
stands, and the A B C's / took an OPP
portunity to snatch her pretty I'LL y>white
hand, and she drew it back, knocking a
stick full Of matter into pi! ''-"
II must, have a kiss for that, my
pretty one," said !, and at it | vent
! managed to twist my arm around her
waist, and in struggling to free herself,
she upset a galley Of editorial, long
article on the Oregon question. Moth
ing daun:ed, 1 made at her again.
This time ! was more successful, for
obtained a kiss. By Saint Paul! it was
sweet one-and the little wretch bore
it like martyr-she never screamed
once; but as raised my lips from hers,
she lifted her delicate little hand, and
gave me box on the ears that made
me see more stars than we're viewed by
Herschel through his big telescope
Somewhat nettled, and with my cheeks
smarting with pain, ! again seized her
waist and said, swell if you don't like
it, just take back the kiss" She made u
desperate struggle, and as she jerked
herself from my arms, her foot struck
the lye-pot, and over il went? Another
galley Of editorial was sprinkled over
the floor, and in her efforts to reach the
door, her foot slipped and she fell, and
in her effort to sustain herself, her hand
her lilly white hand-the same little
hand that had come in contact with my
ears-oh, horrible!--was stuck up to
the elbow in the ink kegl Shade Of
Franklin! what change Eamc over the
beauty Of that hand! She slowly drew
it from the keg dripping with ink, and
asked me what use made2of that tar
began to be seriously alarmed ant
|apologised in the best mannerI could
and to my surprise she seemed rathe
pleased than angry--but there was {
''lurking devil in her eye" that told me
there was mischief afloat. AS stood
surveying the black covering of her
hand, scarcely able to suppress laugh
at its strange metamorphosis, she quick
ly raised it on high and brought it dowr
"ker slap" upon my cheekl Before
could recover from my surprise, the
same little hand had again descended
and again left its inky imprint on my
cheek. .s ..s.tsa... ..... ... :...
,"Wby, Mary,".I exclaimed. "wha'
are you aboul?" .t
Il think you told me you rolled inl
on the face of the FORM" with a loud
laugh, and again her hand lit upon my
face-taking me a broad slap in the
very middle of my countenance, and
most wofully bedaubing my eyes. With
a light step and merry peal Of laugh.
ter, she skipped through the door,
| She turned back when beyond my
reach, and with her roguish face peer.
| ing in at the doorway, she shouted back,
Il say, Charley, what kind Of a roller
does my hand make?" '" Sa@'
"Oh" said !, "you take too much ink ;
"Ha! hal" she laughed, well, good bye
Carbohydrates my impression! ha
haP' rp ..,z...'.
went to the glass and surveyed
myself for moment, and verify believe
| | could have passed for Guinea negro
without the slightest difficulty.
sand so," said to myself, this is love
in printing Office! The devil fly away
with such love! " a1
The next morning when the editor
came to the office, ''ra,her calculate
he found things a little topsy.tervy.--
However that made no difference TO me
for Ihad .mizzled' long before day.
light. ,.......,
bore the marks Of that scene for
many day, and now whenever ] see a
lady enter a printing office, | think Of
little Mary, and keepmy eyeon the ink
keg--and though she were as beautiful
as Hebe, | would not venture to touch
her with a ten foot polel m ..nla,,,
Talk about love in boundoir--love in
a bower--love on a spring seat sofa
love by moonlight, starlight, lamplight,
or any other kind Of light. and | am
with you heart and soul--but l pray
you. by the ghost Of Faust, never talk to
me about lone In a printing office! %
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