Wheeling times and advertiser. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1839-1849, 1848-05-18
LovElN PRINTING OFFICE.

once heard an old Jour remark that
printing Office was no place Tor love making,
and have since experienced the truth Of his
ob~@ryatiou-brinG now perfectly Convinced
that the flower OF love eau never bloom in the
midst Of types, Stands aud printing ink.
II was my fortune once TO sojoun for
/ few days Ia the village OF --. Directly
| opposite the Office Was pretty white cottage,
with bush clambering around the case
ment, and was not long In making the dis
covery that the aforesaid white cottage with
the rose shaded window, coutsiued d fair in
lnate-u flower whose beauty Tar outshonc
the roses that clustered around the window.
She was little blue eyed, saucy looking
creature, OF some sIxtesn summers. She was
the belle OF the village. Her name was Mary
sweet poetic Mary.
" J have poetic passion for the name Of Mary"
II was beautiful summer morning, and
had raised the window to admit the coot
breeze from tie il6wer-decked fields aud it
was not loag before perceived that the cot
iase window was also hoisted. aud that sweet
little Mary was seated near it. busily engaged
wi h her needle. worked but little that
morning. My eyes constantly wandered to-
wards the cottage window, where little Mary
sat. and all sorts OF strange and fantastic no
tons " hlried through my fancy lighted brain,
and | begal TO think felt slight touch of
whot the poets call Lore, sliding in at the cor
ner @! my heat.
lew days passed away, and chance made
me acquainted with Mary. Heavens She was
sweet creature she had form that would
have shamed the famous Venus de Medici-a
cheek that out biu>hed the richest peach-and
d lip that would have tempted bee from his
hive on frosty morning | thought, as |
gazed on her in mute admiration, that | had
never looked upon one 50 exquisltely beautiful.
She seemed the embodiment oil all that is love-
~ and bewitching.
Well, time passed on, and one day Mary
expressed desire to visit the printing office.
Cad thought J, what chance Ill do it
there, yes, there in the very midst of the inn
plements OF mine art-Why shouldn't p
Lore in d Printing Office -eh There was
something original in that, and resolved 10
try it at all hazards.
Well, Mary came TO the office, and ex
planned her the uses of the various imple-
menis of HE black drf--the press and the
roler--the ink and the stands, and the boxes
of the A b C's | took an opportunity to
snatch her iiIly-whie hand, and she drew it
back, knocking a stick tull of matter into Pl.
said !, aud al it | went, | managed TO twist
my arm around her waist, and in struggling
TO Tree herself, She upset galley of editorial,
long article on the Oregon question. Moth
Ing daunted, | made at her again. This time
| was more successful, for ! obtaiued a kiss.
by st. Paul! II isa sweet one; and the little
witch bore Il like a MARTYR she never scream
Ell once; but as raised my lips from hers she
lifted her delicate little hand. and gave me
box on the ear that made me see more stars
than ever were viewed by Herschel through
his Bis telescope. Somewhat nettled, and
with my cheek smaring with pain, again
seized her waist aud said, 'Well, il you don't
like il, just take back the kiss" She made
desperate struggle, aud as she ierked herself
from any arms, her foot struck the iye-pot,
and over it went Another galley OF editor
lal was sprinkled over The floor, and in her eff
tort 10 sustain herself, her handler lily white
hanJ--the same little hand that had come III
contact with my edr--ph, horrible!-was
stuck up TO The elbow in the ink key Shade
OF Franklin! what change came Ger the
| beauty OF that hand She slowly drew IL from
the key dripping with lax. and asked me bat
use made Of that tari began to be serious
~ aarned, and apologize III the best manner
could, and 10 my surprise. she seemed rath-
er pleased than angiy-bat there was a"lurk-
ing devil in her eye" that told me there was
mischie! aloat. As | stood surveying the
black covering OF her hand, scarcely able TO
suppress laugh at lis strange metamorpho-
sis, she quickly raised it ON high, and brought
it down ''ker slap upon my cheek Before
! could recover IRON my surprise, the same
Iittle hand had again descended, and again
lett its lnky imprint on my cheek.
"W ny. MARY | exclaimed. 'What are YOU