Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1856-03-05
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STRAY FANCIES OF YOUNG LIFE.
By PHIL. KRoMMog

lwishyou could have seen her-my first love
had reached tho advanced age of ten wher
my heart surrendered itself to Fanny c.. and
the young lady was no older We attended
the same school, and she used to cast at m g
side-iong, modest glances of affection, in an.
s"er to my somewhat broad stare of admirs-
tion, when we encountered each other in the
street, on our way to the temple of learning.
AT last, one evening, we met at juvenile par
ty We were both seized with a chronic blush
ing, and when in the course of some kissing
game, chose her, and imprinted a kiss upon
her check, She was quite ove-powered. re-
member now the joyous spring-like thrill
which that chaste. pure kiss of boyish affec-
;ion sent tingiing through my blood. We be-
came bound to each other from that happy
minute.
l dreamt of that girl for three nights success
siyely, and when Saturday came was misera-
BILE, very miserable; for 1 knew I should not
see her again till Monday. I wandered in the
direction of her fathers residence on Satur-
day afternoon, instead Of playing hockey
with my companions. He lived in court.
dared not turn into it, but passed by the end
several times with the air OF a corsair dsap-
pointed in love.
detected myself now often before look
iDg-glass, continually brushing my hair and
putting on clean collars. polished my shoes
every day, and in my progress toward refine
ment, even declined to engage in any outside
games. Fanny and would meet each other
ct appointed times and places, and take long
walks together. Where we wandered in these
excursions, know net, but was certainly
very-happy; and when returned home, was
always anxious to know if there wasn't rent
IN M apparel, or white-wash on my jacket, or
some other little matter which might have de-
Quoted from the splsndor of my personal ap-
pearance during the walk
No living man, not even the President of
the United States, whoever that dignitary
might have been at the time, held so high
place in my imagination Fanny's father.
His effect upon was astounding. He GER
tainly was not possessed of extraordinary tai
ents, and, have since discovered, was rather
a commonplace character; but he was Fan
ny's father, and that was enough for me. a
man who was the parent of such girl should
not be compared with the general run of hu-
manity, by any means. l think feared him.
for in my mind he possessed most of the traits
which history gives Oliver Cromwell, mingled
with some of the characteristics of Napoleon
Bonaparte. Yet this man, knowing doubtless
of my acquaintance with Fanny, addressed me
one day in the street, and said, We'll, my boy,
call and see our Fanny know she would like
90 see your
Here was condescension "a gentleman of
his age and standing inviting me to call and
SEQ his daughter, 1 blushed and muttered
some thanks, which he replied to With hearty
laugh, anG passed on. entertained an idea
that Mr.. C. was enormously rich. I knew
that, if he chose, he could draw from his mock
.et a handful of gold eagles at any time. |
wondered why he wasn't Governor of the State |
or something of that sort, and pondered on
the celebrated ingratitudc OF republics And |
this man wished me to call upon his daughter
Bless me! / rather thought would.
went home, and in an easy, gentlemanly |
way, informed my mother--dear motherl |
see her quiet smile now--that Mr.. C. had Just |
invited me TO call on Fanny, and that tho't |
i should accept and visit her in the course of
day or two. In day or two yes, indeed, (