Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1856-12-04
Love in q Printing Office.

Love IN q Printing Office.
o'lca heard an old Jour remark, that a
printing Office was no place orlove- making
and have since experienced the truth o
the observation; being now perfectly con
v!nced that the flower Of love can never
bloom in tie mills. Of types, cases, and
printing ink
1t was my fortune once to sojourn for /;
few days in the village Of. Direct.
y opposite the Office was a pretty white
. cottage, with rosebush clamberng
around the easement, and l was not long in
making the discovery that the aforesaid
cottage with the rose shaded window CON
tanned fair Inmate, a flower whose beauty
outshone the roses That clustered around
! the window. She was the belle of the vii
la9e. Her name was Mary--swee. poetic
Mary. l have q passion for the name of
Mary.
Ii was beautiful summer morning and
| had raised the window to admit the breeze
from the flower deckei fields, arl i. was
no: long before porceiyed the cottage win
dow was also hoisted, and that sweet little
Nary was sitting busily engaged with her
needle. | worked bu: little that morning.
My eyes constantly wandered towards the
cottage window where little Mary sat. and
all sorts pfs'range fan,asiic notions whirled
through ny fancy ighcncd brain, and
began IL think f.l, slight touch of what
the poets call love, Siding in at Ole cor
Ter If my heart
A few days pissed away and chance
made ne acquainted with Mary. O. she
Was a swee. creature, she had a form that
would have shanied the famous Venus de
Medici-a cheek thai ou!ilushed the richest
peach. and lip that would have tempted
a bee from is hive OH frosty morning.
III ought rs [ gazcI on her in mute admira-
ton, that had never looked on one So ex-
quisitiyely beautiful. She seemed the en-
bodiment # everything lovely nd bcwitch-
ing. We.' inc passed on. and one day
Mary csrgcasei a desire to visit the print
liz flee God" though, |, what a
chaucc II have kiss ihere--yes there.
u he very miist OF The implements Of mine
ar;-why shouldn't |? Love in a printing
ollicc--ohl There was something original
in that, and resolved to try i. at all haz-
ards
Well Mary came 70 the office and | ex
planned to her the use Of various imp!e
mcnts of the black art the press and roll
er, the ink and the stands and the poxe6 of
the A 3 C's. took an opportunity 10
snatch her pretty little white hand; she drew
il back knocking stickful of matter into
.'pi.'
Il nus: have a kiss for that my pretty
one" syil |, and at it went. managed
to twist my arm around her waist, and in
struggling 20 free herself she upset gal
ley Of elilori'l a loay article on the Ore
con Question.
Noihing daunicl, made at her again.
This time was more successful, FIR OBJ
tanned kiss By St. Paul it was sweet
one, and that little witch bore 1t like mar
tyr-she never screamed once; but IS
raised my lips from hers she lifted her del
cate little hand, and gave me a box on my
cars that made me see more stars than was
ever viewed by Ierschell through his big
telescope. Somewhat nettled, and my
cheel, smarting with pain, again .reized
her waist. and said;
"Wcll if YOU don't like it, just take back
The kiss"
She made a desperate struggle, and as
she jcrked herself from my arms. her foot
struck tie lyep,i, and over ii went. An
other galley of editorial was sprinkled over
the ilool, and in her efforts TO reach the
door her foot slipped and she fell, and in
her efforts 10 sustain herself, her hand
7 l. I. a., ltt l., h.p
that came in contact with my cars--oh,
horrble!--was stuck up to the elbow IN
the ink. Shades of franklin She slowly
drew it from the kes. dripping with ink
and asked me what use | made of that tar?
began TO be seriously alarmed, and apollo
gised in the best manner | could and to
my surprise she seemed to be more pleased
than angry-but there was lurking devil
in her eve, and old me there was mischief
alloa, As stood surveying the black
covering of her hand, scarcely able to sup
press laugh ut its strange meiamorphosis
she quickly raised it on high, and brought
it down kerslap upon my check. Before l
could recover from my surprise the same
little hand had again descended, and left its
inky imprint on my check.
"Why. Mary" | exclaimed "what are
you about?"
Il think you told me You rolled ink on
the face of the form.' she replied with a
loud laugh, and again her hand lit upon
me--taking me broad slap in the middle
! of my countenance, most wonderfully be-
daubing nv eyes With light step and
merry peal of laughter, skipped through
the door. She turned back when beyond