The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1846-01-09
this ERE. It's from a gentleman in

this ERE. It's from gentleman in
the parlor."
Her mistress seized it. Upon its
polished snow white surface was the
name of" Genuine Jonathan Mugs,
Esq" Miss Bella gave one look al
the arrangement Of her hair-took q
sniff at her esscDce-bottle, and
descended to meet her expected
swain.
Now, any one of ordinary pcnetra-
ton would have thought the lady.
after lamenting her lovers continued
absence, would have received him
warmly. What mistake! BY some
strange imposition Of that blind little
Tartar, Master Cupid, scorn sat up
on the tip of Arabella's nose, and a
cold, stern forbidding smile danced
grave minuet around her lovely
lips. Her return to Genuine's re-
marks was of any thing but an affec-
tionate character.
"Good morning, Miss Arabella,''
said Genuine. ... ......
"Good morning, Mr.. Muggs," an
swered the lady.
Slime morning, this" said Genu-
inc.
"Very,'' replied his love.
"Rather so," was the response.
81 hope you've enjoyed good
nights rest, Miss" insinuated our
hero. ...
"Vcry good, thank YOU" returned
our heroine.
"Horrible matter that steamboat
accident" suggested the hero with
a desperate effort.
$50 | heard" replied Arabella.
A dead pause followed the last
words. ! he ornamental time piece
on the mantle licked audibly. The
lady looked through the window,
and surveyed the passers in the
street. The gentleman crossed
his left leg over his right and exam
ined the curiously the gliding of the
large mirror frames. The lady turn
ed herself from the window, and
crossing her hands upon her lap,
looked on the floor. Our hero shift
ted his limbs, and laid his right leg
over his left. He now appeared to
be examining his boot-toes, and cri-
ticising their exquisite make. At
last he broke the silence.
"NIiss Arabella ~ said he.
"Sir," inquired Arabella.
"I-that is-if-did you speak
Miss ?" inquired Genuine.
"No, SIR" answered Miss ARA
bella-and another pause succeed
ed.
The gentleman shifted his chair
so as to come nearer the lady. Again
he shifted his position and, gaining
an inch or two each time, in the
course of half an hour he was by her
side. With a courage worthy of the
occasion, he seized her hand. The
time piece on the mantle licked
louder-the hearts Of the couple
Auttered, and tortois she'll kitten
which had been reposing on the
rug, came forward to be a witness
of the tender scene. He seized her
hand. Oh! that hand. None of your
minnigen manuel digits were those
fingers. Broad and stout, they well
beftted the massive palm which was
held on both the little hands of Cen
uine Jonathan Mugs.
ooh! Miss Arabella!' sighed
Genuine, and he looked unutterable
things.
The lady blushed an indiscribable
hue, and surveyed the folds of her
dress.
"With YOU" continued the lover,
"the world were well cultivated
lour-garden; without you desert
waste, devoid of roses. Hove you,
dear Belle" and he spread his hand
kerchief upon the floor preparatory
to knceling down.
ooh, Mister Muggs," family ar
ticulated the lovely damsel.
"Star Of my soul, whose kindling
rays, light up the midnight of my
joy, be mine, and our days and nights
shall be passed in happiness, our life
shall be serene as summers sea by
moonlight, and yet it shall be
great" ,..
The lady half yielded, and gen.
tie pressure was returned to the
grasp.
"Ah" cried the happy Mugs,
determining to end the matter by a
cup de grace, "thus on my
knees"
A shrill cry rose within the room,
succeeded by another Of coarser
nature. Our hero had kneeled on
the tail of the kitten, which, in ago
ny, fastened upon his leg. The
screams Of the two came upon the
tympanum Of the lovely Bella like
the rough north wind. .
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