Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1851-12-10
WEDNESDAY,, DECEMBER 10Th, 1881

Thus saying, Harry turned round anC
perceived a tall lantern-visaged young
gentlemen whom he heard breath hea
Wy sigh, hanging down his head.
Halo cried Harry, 'who are you :?
The stranger heaved another sigh.
Are you dumb, sir 2 asked Harry.
The stranger shook his head.
What ails you? speak
The stranger heayed another sigh, and
exclaiming, Mercy o'Morer hastily re-
tired.
Poor unfortunate gentleman 2 ex.
claimed Harry. What vixen this Mer
cy must be. A fury incarnate. wish
was thousand miles Off
Turning again, he beheld one of the
prettiest, widest, most good-natured look
ing little flower girls he had ever encoun
tered, who dropped a modest courtsey
and was passing onward, when Harry
caught her apron and asked her what hel
name was.
Kathleen, if you please, SIR replied
the girl. Kathleen the flower girl if you
please, who gathers blossoms from hill
and dale, for the qualification of her Gus,
toners, Will you buy? Here are roses
and lilies, but they are for the gentle and
good
And am not good p asked Harry.
La, no, you're aman. Here is hearts
case for the forsaken lover, will you buy?
And here are some pretty tulips do you
love tulips p
Your two lips. of all the world, my
pretty Kathleen
La, cried the girl blushing and sim
pering will you buy? They may suit
you, for they are as bright as the butter
hy.'
And am I like butterfly o exclaimed
Harry Percival.
'Oh, no ; not quite so pretty was the
reply.
'F'ie, my dear wench,' said Harry, i
should like to be better acquainted with
YOU
Should you indeed! Well that's We
ry kind, for nobody thinks of any pretty
girl now, but Mercy O'More. L was once
a beauty, SIR
And are you not still--still most beau
tiful %
sAh, that's flattery,' said the girl, but
the young men all thought the same once.
Before Miss Mercy came into the neigh
borhood was the loveliest, happiest and
gayest of girls everybody envied me, for
1 was universally beloved. then had
twenty lovers and half, real ones, too.
Twenty and half! cried Harry.
Yes. The half was Cormic o. Casey,
a very good-natured bit of man, rather
tender, sir, touching her forehead. y
Nature in creating him, has made a slight
f6o cnft INlaRn
from the heart to the head. He never
told his love, but only used to squeeze my
hand when he bought posey, and sigh
ed most shockingly. o dear !!
And did that merciless Mercy rob you
of all these p
'Ah, she did. There's not lover can
be kept from her.
1T is very strange said Harry, that
for her capficious Smiles Ihey should have
forsaken the pretty Kathleen
Isn't it sir; there must have been
some witchery in it, and they all of them
on their bended knee swore they loved
me dearly. All, those were happy times
when the days work being ended, Sc
lected one from many suitors to accom-
pany me in a moonlight ramble among
the hills and valleys, glades and glens, by
wood and lake. each scene paradise, and
1 the presiding spirit. And when the
sun was sinking beneath the distant hills,
its last glories were accompanied by the
music of my beloved
'Ah,' cried Harry, "a guitar
No, Jews harp. He played so sweet
ly that my spirit wePt, as the divine mel
ody fell upon my young heart. and when
the great moon arose, our hearts were en-
tranced with bliss
L see it cried the enraptured youth,
Il picture the romantic scene, earth, hea-
ven and water; moonlight, paradise. and
Jews harp. o delightful
Yes, very, except when a shower OF
rain visited us, for then my lover would
run away
Run away Now can there be on
earth a man so vile? Run away from
such simple innocent girl as Kathleen
Kathleen, that man was william
WAS he indeed?'
kathleen, your charms, your inno-
cence, your delightful simplicity, entitle
you to suitor Of superior rank. Mercy
O'More has not one half your attractions.
She is precious ugly.
Pm not precious ugly. am ~ asked
the flower girl,
'You-you ? cried Harry. No; you
are perfection you are-yOu are-zounds
Il feel feel
DO you feel ill?'
III? Yes-not i'll my dear; but l
have the heartburn sadly
Shall 1 fetch you a little chalk and
water?' i.
* Oh no, the only medicine that can eff
feet my cure lies deep in those lovely eyes
let me gaze on them until my own Iull
orbs shall draw it forth :.
'Oh. sir cried Kathleen, blushlng