The Mississippi lynx. (Panola, Miss.) 1846-18??, 1846-06-27
From The Winoise State Gazette.
LOVE IN A PRINTING OFFICE.

ohCC HSdTu an ora jour. remark,
that priting office was no place for
love making, and | have since exper-
fenced the truth Of his observation-be-
ing now perfectly convinced that the
flower of love can never bloom in the
midst OF types, stands and printing ink.
1t was my fortune once to sojourn for
few days in the village o..
Directly opposite the office was pref
ty white cottage, with a rose bush clam
bermg around the easement, and | was
not long in making the discovery that
the aforesaid white cottage with the rose
shaded window, contained a fair in
mate-a flower whose beauty far out
shone the roses that clustered around
the window. She was a little blue eyed,
saucy looking creature of some sixteen
summers. She was the belle of the
village. Her name was Mary-sweet
poetic Mary.
Il have poetic passion for the name
! Of Mary"
1t was a beautiful summer morning.
! and had raised the window TO admit
the cool breeze from the flower decked
fields, and it was not long before per-
ceived that the cottage window was al
so hoisted, and that sweet little Mary
was seated near it, busily engaged with
her needle. | worked but little that
morning. My eyes constantly wan
dered towards the cottage window,
where little Mary sat, and all sorts Of
strange and fantastic notions whirled
through my fancy-Iighted brain, and
began 10 think felt slight touch Of
what the poets call lore, sliding in at The
corner of my heart
y few days passed away, and chance
made me acquainted with Mary. Hea
vens! she was sweet creature--she
had form that would have shamed the
famous Venus de Medical cheek that
out blushed the richest peach-and a
/ lip that would have tempted u bee from
his hive on frosty morning. thought,
as gaZCd on her in mute admiration.
that had never looked upon one so
exquisitely beautiful. She seemed the
embodiment of all that is lovely and
bewitchng.
Well, time passed on, and one day
| Mary expressed desire to visit the
printing office. Cad! thought /, what
a chance! III do it there, yes, there in
the very midst Of The implements of
mine ert-why shouldn't |? Lore In
a printing oGce-eh! There was some
thing original in that, and l resolved to
try it at all hazards.
Well Mary came TO the office, and |
explained TO her the uses Of the various
implements Of the black art--the press
| and the roller-the ink and the stands
and the boxes ofthe A B C's. | took
an opportunity TO snatch her pretty lit
ly-whIte hand, and she drew it back
knocking stick full Of matter into ri!
. 81 must have kiss for that, my pref
: ty one" said and at it | went.
: managed TO twist my arm around hel
: waist, and in struggling 10 free herself
she upset galley Of editorial, a lons
i article on the Oregon question. Moth
: ing daunted, made at her again. This
2 Time | was more successful, for | oh
: tanned kiss. By ST. Paul! it was
! sweet one-and the little witch bore i
like a martyr-she never screamec
once but as raised my lips from hers
she lifted her delicate little hand, an,
gave me box on the ears that mad
me see more stars than ever were view
ed by Herschel through his big tele
;. scope. Somewhat nettled, and with m,
e cheek smarting with pain, again seiz
d ed her waist and said ''Well, if yor
7 don't like it, just take back the kiss
|, She made desperate struggle, and a
: she jerked herself from my arms, he
d foot struck the ley-pot, and over it went
Another galley of editorial was sprinkI
ed over the floor, and in her efforts t
reach the door, her foot slipped an
she fell, and in the effort 10 sustain
= herself, her hand--her ily-white hand
9 the same little hand that had come i
:, contest with my ears-oh, horribe!-
=, was struck up to the elbow in the an
key! Shade Of Franklin! what chang
= came over the beauty of that hand
: She slowly drew il from the key drip
y ping with ink, and asked me what US
n I made of that tar! | began to be ser