The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1857-06-13

ence, we pledge ourselves not 10 seize the
opportunity to make declaratory state
ment.-ED. Jour.
I once heard an old "Jour" remark,
that printing Office was no place for
love-making, and | have since experienced
the observation-being now perfectly con-
WINGED that the flower of love can never
bloom in the midst Of types, stands and
printing ink.
1t was my misfortune to sojourn for a
few days In the city of B. Directly
opposite the Office was pretty white cot
tage, with a beautiful rose bush Chamber
ing round the window, and was not long
in making the discovery that the aforesaid
white cottage with its rose shaded window
contained a fair female-a flower whose
beauty far outshone the roses tthhsstt clus-
tered around the window. Shew lit
tie blue eyed, saucy looking creature of
sixteen summers, and was the belle Of the
city. Her name was Laura, sweet poetic
Laura
81 have passion for the name of Laura"
1t was beautiful summer morning.
and I had raised the window to admit
the cool breeze from the flower decked
fields, and it was not long before l per-
cieved the cottage window was hoisted
also, and that sweet little Laura was seat
ed near it busily engaged with her needle.
| worked but little that morning. NY
eyes were constantly wandering towards
the cottage window where little Laura sat,
and all sorts of strange and fantastic no
tons whirled through my fancy-lghted
brain, and began to think that felt a
slight touch of what the poets call love,
sliding in at the corner ofmy heart.
A few days passed away, and chance
made me acquainted with Laura. Heay-
ems! she was a sweet creature-she had q
form that would have shamed the famous
Venus de Medici cheek that out blushed
the richest peach, and lip that would
have tempted bee from bis hive on a
frosty morning. l thought as I gazed
on her in mute admiration, that | had
never seen so fair creature. She seemed
the embodiment Of all that was fair and
bewitching.
We'll, time passed on, and one day
Laura expressed a desire to visit printing
Office. Cad, thought what chance i
I'll do it there, yes there, in the midst of
the implements ofmy art-the press and
rollers, the ink and stands, and the boxes
ofthe AB o's. took an, opportunity of
snatching her illy-white hand, and she
drew it back, knocking a stick full Of mat
ter into ''pi."
Il must have kiss for that, my pref
ty one" said I, and at it went man
aged to twist my arm around her waist,
and in struggling to free herself, she up
set a galley Of editorial long article on
the Oregon question. Nothing daunted,
l made at her again. This time I was
more successful, for obtained q kiss
By st. Paul! it was sweet one, and the
little witch bore it like martyr-she new
er screamed once; but as | raised my lips
she lifted her delicate little hand and gave
me box on my ears that made me see
more stars than were ever viewed by Her
schel through his big telescope. Some
what nettled, and my cheek smarting with
pain, again siezed her waist and said,
''Well, if you don't like it, just take
back the kiss.
She made desperate struggle, and as
she jerked herself from my arms, her foot
struck the lye-pot and over it went. An
other galley of editorial was sprinkled on
floor, and in her efforts to reach the door
her foot slipped and she fell, and in her
endeavor to sustain herself, her hand, her
lilly white hand-the same hand that had
come over my face-oh, horrible was
stuck up to the elbow in the ink key
Shade of Franklinl what change came
over the beauty of that hand. She slow
ly drew it from the ink, and asked me what
use made Of that tar! began to be Sc
riously alarmed and apologized in the best
manner [ could, and to my surprise she
seemed more pleased than angry-but
there seemed to be a lurking devil in
her eye" that told me there was mischief
afioat. As | stood surveying the black
covering of her hand, scarcely able
to suppress 3 laugh at its strange
metamorphosis, she quickly raised it on
high, and brought it down Skier slap upon
my cheek?" Before l could recover from
my surprise, the same little hand had
again descended, and again left its inky
imprint upon my other cheek.
"Why, Laura" exclaimed, sswhat are
you about"
Il think you told me YOU rolled ink
on the face of the FORM" she replied with
laugh, and again the hand lit upon my
tace-taking me broad slap in the mid
die OF my countenanee, and most wofully
bedaubing my eyes. With light step
and merry peal of laughter she skipped
through the door. She turned back
when beyond my reach, and with her
rogulsh face peering through the door
way, shouted back
Il say, Jerry, what kind of roller
does my hand maker
oh" I said, '.you take too much
inkr'
"Ha, ha" she laughed, ''well good
bye, Jerry-thsts my impression! ha!
[ went to the glass and surveyed N.Y.
self for moment and verify I believe
could have passed for a Guinea negro
without the slightest difficulty.
"And Sc" thinks I to myself '.this is
love IN a printing office. The devil take
such love..
The next morning when the editor came
to the Office. I ssrather calculate" he
found things little topsy-turyr4 How