Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1848-01-29
THE LAST BELL.

Helen Harris, the only girl / ever loved
and believe the only girl that ever loved
me-any how, she was the only girl that
ever told me so. We were sitting in the
piazza of her fathers house, about a quar-
ter of a mile from the landing place, wait
ing for the bell of the steamboat TO warn
me of the moment that was to part my
love and me-" 1t came to pass in my his
tory, that in order to accumulate little of
this worlds gear, that | might be better
prepared to encounter the demands of mat
rimony, | was destined to cross the blue
Chesapeake, and seek in the metropolitan
city the wherewthal SO much desired
How many SWANS like me have been COM
PEELED to abandon home and the girl they
loved, in search Of gold And, good gra-
cious, how many have been disappointed,
But TO the piazza.
Wei, VIC were sitting in the piazza talk
ing Of love and separation. &c. We were
waiting for the unweIcome sound Of the
steamboat bell, and you may rely upon it
we talked fast and abbreviated our words
into such ragged sentences that nobody but
ourselves could understand them. The
first bell rang, and sprang to my feet and
trembIed like an aspen. "Oh, George,
wait till the last bell rings" said Helen, as
the big tears came over her blue eyes
" Do no such thing" answered the hoarse
voice of Mr.. Harris, as he arose like spec
ire from the cellar, where ne had been
packing away his cider. George never
wait for the second bell" | was off like
deer and arrived merely in time 30 60
on board before she was pushed off the
wharf.
My career in search of pelf was in de-
gree successful; but believe had not the
old farmer told me never TO wait for " the
last bclI.' that now should have been as
poor a. | was the morning that farewell
shivcrcd from my lips upon the heart Of
my lovely Helen. Any person who has
lived at hotel even for day, knows the
danger of waiting for the last bell did
it once. and lost my dinner. The first
: stroke of tie dinner bell always found me
at the dinner table. For six months was
clerk. and my never waiting for the last
, bell secured for me the affections of my
employer. WHO'D offored me partnership,
which was accepted, and in every instance
when the bell rung was ready.
J., was almost forgetting TO tell you that
ID Helen Harris is my wife. and she will new
er repent the morning took her father at
+ his word. and ran over the field to get TO
4 The boat in time When | arrived al Bal.
. timorc. | called upon some gentlemen to
d whom had Introductory letters. and they
a recommended me for situation; one was
; olle''u ".'.'i 'Iu uetn .'-sIu ~ iIu.
> fou'9 men "i' "|'' "'''''s io' ''c last
D ne'i' ana "i'ch acCPP'e"-" was 'he ma
; KING OF me ilasle !of !Ae irst peIi, accept
= The first offer, ana keep II I'll you get bet.
ter. Life Is short, aud ne who puts oil 10
the last bell, will, As father Harris predicts,
"come OCT at the little end of the horn"
II Young ladies'. I have word for you-
: In the street where live, there is "a adv
n who has been seven wears in choosing a
II mariner for life. She has had several res
= roc,oIla frs hut she has been WAITING
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5. nos,nnnc anv thing which should be done
4. now remember the words of farmer Ear.
y r;s " Never wal, for he last bell"
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