American mechanic and home journal., 1849-12-22

"I want to sell you some soap" said I, and pulled two cakes out of my pocket, and held them towards him.
 "Who are you 2" exclaimed he, looking as savage as meat axe.
 "My name is Daniel, your honor,-Daniel- the philanthropist Ispend my time in doing good and selling soap. It's the greatest stuff for smoothing the tempers of sweet-hearts, that you ever see. It is"
 "How much is it r he interrupted, in a somewhat softened key. Isaw that he began to melt; I had touched him in tender spot stept up to him, and putting my hand on his shoulder, said "only twelve and a half cents. This blessed soap has saved more chaps from throwing themselves into the dock on account of the whims of pretty girls, than you can shake a stick at in fortnight. It not only takes grease spots out of clothes, but out"
 "What ]" he exclaimed. seizing my hand, you don't say it takes out grease spots; will it take 'em out of silk dresses P
 "Sure as blazes," said I.
 "Give me six cakes" said he, handing me a two dollar bill. Ihanded him the soap, and ere I could give him back the change, he was out of sight. thought nothing more about it, only that he was more generous than com- mon folks, until the next day when met him on the Battery. He grasped my hand, and gave it such a shaking that thought it would have come off.
 "You have proved the salvation of me-" he exclaimed. " A coroner's inquest would have been held over me ere this, if it hadn't been for your soap"
 Explain yourself,'' said 1.
 "I will" says he. II was out to an even ing party night before last. .She was there. She sat next me at the table. I was asked to carve the turkey; attempted to- In try ing to cut off wing, the turkey slipped and went into her lap. It was magnificent silk dress that she had on was bought at Stew arts and cost tho worth of small farm She gave wild scream, and fell fainting, to the floor, the turkey going with her. She was carried out of the room in mysteries. called upon her yesterday, to ask her pardon. She was not able to sit up; she was white as a sheet. We were to have been married next month. asked her pardon for the accident, and referred to the happy day. She shook her head and pointing to the silk dress, she said firmly, but with feeble voice, Never, until that grease spStSis out. plead with her in vain. It was of no use, she was inex- orable. Irushed madly from the house, bent on self-destruction. came across you; the soapI flew back with, got the silk dress, and by following the affections on the paper, the big grease spot soon disappeared. The lady got we'll in moment it was one of the most tied her cheeks again, and fondly putting her arms around my neck, she kissed me, and said the happy day should not be postponed,-"
 The thread of thenarrative was here bro- ken off by the farmer, who nearly tainted but was so lucky as to be caught in the arms of Daniel.
 "How much is it acake 2" he asked as soon as he had somewhatrecovered.
 "Only twelve and "a half cents,-cheap as dirt responded Daniel, "rll warrant it to do anything but black boots if you will make her a present of a dozen cakes, it will upset Shakespeare's theorN'
 "What was that ?'iasked the farmer.
 "That true love dzn run smooth. Offer yourself to her, when you give the soap, tell her she'll never be trdubled with grease spots again, and I'll bet a cart-load of California gold dust, that she'll accept you. What do you say will you tale couple dozen cakesl"
 twill you take ysur pay in apple sauce.9" honestly asked the frn1er. .e l
 It is needless to sae that Daniel sloped inn mediately.
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