The Ripley advertiser. [volume] (Ripley, Miss.) 1843-1897, 1846-06-06
IS, FrourrHc illinois state Gazaue.
LOVE IN A PRINTING OEpICE.

LOVE IN 4 PRINTING OFFICE.
once heard an old Jour. remark that prin.
Jung office was 40 place tor love making and
nave since experienced the truth OF his observa
ton--belng now perfectly CONVINCED that the
flower OF love can never bloom 10 The midst OF
types, stands, aud printing ink.
1t was my fortune once TO soi1urn for a few
DAYS III the village OF -. Directly opposite
the Office was pretty white cottage, with a
rose-ou5h clambafing around the easement and
was not lohg IN making the discovery that the
Aforesaid .YfHle cottage, with the rose.shaded
window, contained tar lumate--a flower
whose beaufyast outshone the roses that clus.
tered around the window She was little
blue-eyed, saucy-looking csea,urc OF some elk.
teen summers She was the belle of The village
Her name was Mary --sweet, poetic Mary
~ have poetic passion for the name of Mary
| Ii was beautiful summer morning, and had
raised the window to admit the cool breeze from
the flower decked fields, and il was not lonD be.
fore | perceived that the cottage window was
also holsted, and that sweet little Mary was
sealed near 1t, busiy engaged with her needle.
worked but little that morning My eyes COZ
stantiy wandered towards the cottage window,
where little Mary sat, and all sorts Of strange
aud fantastic notions wnlred through my fancy
lighted brain, ard began to think felt slight
touch of what the poets call Tore, sliding Ia at
the corner Of my heart.
A few day passed away, and chance made me
acquainted with Mary. Heavens, che was
sweet creature--she had form that would
have shaned the famous Venus de Medcis--a
cheek that out5Iusbed the richest peaeh--and a
lip that would have tempted a bee from his hive
on frosty morning, thought, as | gazed ca
her IN mute admiration, that had never looked
upon one SO exqulslely beautiful. She seemed
the embodiment Of all that is lovely and be.
Wttching
Wen, time passed on, and one day Mary ex. |
pressed desire 10 vf5it the printing office -
thougt /, what chance IN do il there,
yes, there TO the very midst OF the implements
IF nine art-why shouldn't - Love il, a Prin
ing Q65ce--eh There was something original
q thar, and resolved to try il at all hazards. L
Wei, Mary came 10 Tie Office, and explain [
ID to her the uses OF the various implements of
he black drt-~the press and the roIIer-the ink 1
nd The stands, and the boxes of the A. b C's. c
took 40 opportunity to snatch her pretty ly. r
White hand, and she drew 1t back, knocking n
tick full of matter into pi! q
~ muet have kiss Tor that my pretty oue," q
AID and at il went. managed to twist my Il
rm around her waist, and IN struggling to free
erseIf. she upset galley OF editorial, long ar.
ice 90 the Oregon question. Nothing daunted, Il
made at her agaln. This time was more a.
ucCesstuI, for obtained kiss. by ST. Paul! ca
was sweet one-and the little witch bore it p'
Ike a martyr--she never screamed once but Of
: raised my lips from hers, she lifted her del.
cate little hand, and gave me box on the ears u
bat made me see more than ever were &C
iewed by Herechel through his big telescope. p'
somewhat uetled, aud with my cheek smarting IN
nth paln,l again seized her waist aad said
Wei, If you don't like ii, just take back the 81
ISIS ."---She made desperate struggle, and az
he erked Letselt from my arms, her foot struck I'd
be ye- pot, and over It went! Another galley
/ editorial was sprinkled over the floor, and in gr
or eflorls to reach the door, her foot slipped ~
nd she fell, and in the effort to sustain herself OF
er hand-her lly-white hand--iho same little sc
aud that had come in contact with my ears
h, horrible WAS stuck up to the elbow in the N
NIX KEG Shade of Franklin what change m
anne over the beauty OF the hand! She slowly
rev il from the keg dripping with ink, and al
sked me what use made Of that TAR! be.
an to be seriously alarmed aud apologized 10
be best manner could, aud to my surprise, al
be seemed rather pleased than angfy--but there 10
ras "ufking devil in her eye" that told me su
lore was mischief aloat. As stood survey th
" the black covering OF her hand, scarcely able
suppress laugh at ITS strange metamorpho. 10
is, she quickly raised it on high, and brought it vo
ker slap" upon my cheek! Before | cold re.
over from my surprise, the same little hand had te
gain left its inky imprint on my cheek.
"Why, Mary" exclaimed, "what are you
BOUT" -
"A think you told me you rolled ink on the ~ ~
zee of the FORM" with loud laugh, and again ~ ~,
er hand lit upon my iace--taking me broad p !,
lap 10 the very middle of my countenance. and re
lost wofully bedaublng my eyes. With v,
gnt step and merry pea OF laughter, she 60,
apped through the door. She turned back In
hen beyond my reach, and with her roguish 80
ice peerDg in at my doorway, shouted back. ~
81 say, Charley, what kind OF roller does
~ hand maker"
"Ob," said |. "you take too much ink" a
ala ha /" che laughed, well, good bye Char. III
,y--thats my impression! ha hal" dc
wen, to the glass e. surveyed myself for mo-
nent and verify believe could have passed for
Guinea negro without the slightest difficulty.
"And so," said TO myself, this is love in a sd
rin,ing ofii,e The devil fly away with euch IN
owe