Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1849-05-17

and roller, the ink and stand, and the
boxes of the A. B. C's. I took an op-
por'unity TO snatch her pretty little
white hand, she drew il back; knocked
stick full Of matter into "pi."
Il must have kiss for that my sweet
one" said /, and at i, went. man
aged TO twist my arm around her wais,
and in struggling to free herself she
upse, galley of editorial, q long ar,i-
Gle on the Oregon question. Nothing
daunted, made at her again. This
time was more successful, for l OBJ.
tanned kiss. BY ST. Paul il was a
sweet one, and the little witch bore it
like martyr, she never screamed 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 thsn was ever viewed by
Herschell through his big telescope
Somewhat net,led, and with my cheek
smarting with pain. again seized her
waist, well if you don't like il. why
then 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. Another
galley of editorial was sprinkled over
the floor, and in her effort TO reach the
door her foot slipped and she tell. and in
the effort 10 sustain herself her hand
her lilly white hand--,he same little
hand that came in contact with my
ears-oh. horrible!--was struck BY the
elbow in the ink key! Shade ofFrank-
lin! what change came over the beau
~ Of tina, hand She slowly drew it
from the key, dripping with ink, and
asked me wha, use made of tina, tar!
| began TO be seriously alarmed, and
apolosised in the best manner could,
and TO my surprise she seemed 10 be
more pleased than angry--bu, there
was lurking devil in her eye" tina,
told me there was mischief afoat. As
stood surveying the black covering
of her hand. scarcely able 10 suppress
laugh q, its strange me,amorphos,
she quickly raised it on high. and bro't
it down "kerslap" upon my cheek. Be.
fore | could recover from my surprise,
the same little hand had again descen-
ded. and again fel, its inky imprint
upon my cheek.
why, Mary exclaimed, wha, ate
you about''
Il think you told me you rolled ink
in the face of the FORM" she replied
with loud laugh, and again her hand
lit upon my face, taking me broad
slap in the very middle of my counte.
nance, most wilfully bedaubing my
eyes. With a slight step and merry
peal of laughter. she skipped through the
door. She turned back when beyond
my reach, and with roguish face peer
ing in the doorway. shouted, Il say
Charley. wha, kind Of roller does my
hand make2"
oh" i,aid ], you take too much
ink"
"Ha, hs" she laughed, well, good
bye Charley, that's my impression, hs,
ha, hal"
l went TO the glass and surveyed my.
self for moment, and i verify believe
could have passed for guinea negro
without the slightest difficulty. And
So" said l this is love in a printing
office. The devil fly away with such
love.
The next morning when the editor
came to the office, l rather calculate he
found things little topsy ,ursy. How.
ever that made no difference 10 me, for
| had mizzlsd long before daylight.
bore the marks of that scene for
many day; and now whenever ! see a
lady entering printing office, I think
Of little Mary and keep my eyes on the
ink keg-and though she were as beau.
,iful as Hebe, would no, venture 10
touch her with ten foo. pole.
Talk about love in boudoir, love in
bower, love on spring.sea, sofa, love
by moonlight. and am with you heart
and soul-but pray you, by the ghost
of Faust never talk to me about love
in printing office.
| ! find in life that suffering succeeds
to suffering. and disappointment, 10 dis
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