The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1846-05-23
Paopalp4oa wooDsF1ELD oHlo SATURDAY, 49,
JAMES R. MORRIS, EDrroR AND PROPRIETOR.
thing original in that, and resolved to
try it at all hazards.

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try it at all hazards.
Well, Mary came to the office, and /
explained the uses Of the various imple-
ments Of the black art--the press and
the roller the ink and the stands, and
the A B Cs, | took an opportunity to-
snatch her pretty lilly-white hand, and
she drew it back, knocking suck full
OF matter into Pi! ae3a ils@ s1
slcmust have u kiss for that, my pref
ty cne,'' said |, and at it | went. /
managed to twist my arm around her
waist, andin in struggling 20 free herself,
she upset galley Of editorial. along
article on the Oregon question. Moth
ing daunied, lmade her again. This
time | was more successful. ior OBJ
tanned kiss. By Saint Paul! it was
a sweet one--and the little wretch bore
it like a martyr--she never screamed
once; but as lraised my lips from hers,
she lifted her delicate, little hand, and
gave me box onsthe ears that made
me see more stars than were viewed
by Herschel through his big telescope.
Somewhat nettIed, and with my cheeks
smarting with pain, again seized her
waist and said, "W ell If you don't like
it, Just take back the kiss" She made
a desperate struggle, and as she jerked
herself from my arms, her foot struck
the lye-pot, and over it went! Anoth-
er galley Of editorial was sprinkIed over
the floor, and inner efforts 70 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
nv ears--oh, horrible!-was stuck up
to the elbow in the ink ieg! Shade Of
Franklin! what achange came over
the beauty of that hand! She slowly
drew it from the keg dripping with ink,
and asked me what use | made Of that
tar? began to be seriously alarmed
and apologised in the best manner |
could, and TO my surprise she seemed
rather pleased than angry--but there
was :slurking devil in her eye' that
told me there was mischief afloat. AS
| | stood surveying the black covering Of
her hand, scarcely able to suppress a
laugh at ITS strange inetamorphis, she
quickly raised it on high and brought it
down "ker slap" upon my cheek! Be-
fore could recover from my surprise,
the same little hand had again descend
ed, and aga n left its inky imprint on
my cheek.
"Why, Mary" | exclaimed "what
are you about! y
81 think you told me you rolled ink
on the face Of the FORM" with a loud
laugh, and again her hand lit upon my.
face--taking me broad slap in the
very middle Of my countenance, and
most woiully bedoubingmy eyes. With
light step and merry peal oflaughter,
she skipped through the door. She
turned back when beyond my reach,
and with her loguish face peering in at
the doorway. she shouted back,
81 say, Charley, what Kind OF a rol'
ler does my hand makeq'
"Oh" said !, 1you take too much
ink".
"Ha! hal" she laughed, well, good
bye Charley-hafs my impressun! ha!
hap
went to the glass and surveyed my
self for moment, and verify believe
| could have passed for a Guinea negro
without the slightest difficulty.
"AA 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, | 4rather calculate
be found things a little topsy-tervy =
However that made no difference to
me--for ! had .mizzled" long before
daylight. asg
| bore the marks of that scene for
many day. and nov whenever ] see
a lady enter,a printing Office, link
Of little Mary, and keep my eiy 6 on The
ink keg-and though she We're as bea,'-
tiful as Hebe, would not venture to
touch her with . ten foot pole! II
Talk about love in boudoir-love
i in bower--Iove on spring seat sofa;
love by moonlight, starlight, ,lamplight-
or any other kind of light, and am
with you heart and soul--but pray
you, by the ghost Of Faust, never talk
10 me about lope in printing office!
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