American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1846-04-21

daunted, made at her again. This time was
more successful, for | obtained kiss By st
Paul! 1t was sweet one-and the little wit eli
bore 1t like martyr-she never screamed once
but as raised my lips from hers, she lifted hel
delicate little hand, and gave me a box on the
ears that made me SEQ more stars than ever
were viewed by Herschel through his big teles.
cope. Somewhat nettled, and with my cheek
smarting with pain, again seized her waist and
said "Well, if you don't like it, Just take back
the kiss" She made desperate struggle. and
as she jerled herself from my arms, her foot
struck the lye-pot and over it vent 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 the effort to sustain
herself, her hand-her lily-white hand-thc
same little hand that had come in contact with
my ears--oh, horrible!-was struck up to tho
elbow in the ink key! Shade of Franklin! what
a change came over the beauty of that hand.
She slowly drew it from the key dripping with
ink, and asked me what use made Of that tar!
began to be seriously alarmed and apologiscd
in the best manner | could, and to my surprise,
she seemed rather plea ed than angry--but there
was "luGkng devil in her eve" that told me
there was mischief ahoat. As / stood surveying
the black covering of her hand, scarcely able
tosupPrcs;a augh,at its strange metamorphosis,
she quickly raised it on high, and brought it
down "ker slap upon my cheek; Before |
could recover from my surprise; the same little
hand had again descended, and again left its
mky imprint on my cheek.
why, Mary" | exclaimed, "what are you
about?',
81 think you told me you rolled ink on the
face of the FORM" with loud laugh, and again
her hand lit upon my face-takng me broad
slap in the very middle of my countenace, and
most wofully bedaubing my eyes. With a
light step and a merry peal of laughter, she
skipped thro' the door, She turned back when
beyond my reach, and with her roguish face
peering in at the doorway, shouted back.
II say, Charley, what kind of roller does
my hand maker"
"Oh,n said |, ''you take too much ink"
"Ha! hal" she laughed, we'll, good bye Char
ley-that'S my impression! hal hal"
Invent to the glass and surveyed myself for a
moment and verify believe | could have passed
for Guinea negro without the slightest diff
Guilty.
"And So" said to myself, this is love in
printing office. The devil fly away with such
love!
The next morning when the editor came to
the office, "rather calculate he found things
little topsy-turvy, However that made no
difference to me-for had 'mizzled' long be-
fore daylight.
Ibore the marks ofthat scene for many day,
and now whenever see lady enter printing
office, think of little Mary and keep my eye on
the ink keg-and though she were as beautiful
as Hebe lwould not venture to touch her with
ten foot pole.
Talk about love in boudoir-love in bow.
cr-love on spring seat sofa-love by moon
light, starlight, lampight, or any other kind o
light, and lam with you heart and soul-but
pray you by the ghost of Faust, never talk tc
me about lOue in aprinting office!