The Tiffin tribune. [volume] (Tiffin, Ohio) 1848-1859, 1857-07-03
Woman's Tears.

i--WtHi 70 piob OUT some OF your numerous
tmnsgressions, and never feel heart pang.
Woman's tears, why they are mere croco-
die drops"
"Hush, Tom, what scandal I'm per-
fectly shocked at such daring skeptioisml
Why, didn't see you nearly fainting at
the opera scarce week ago because pref
tY Lila Dewdrop's blue eyes glistened a
moment with briny pearls7"
'Briny pearlsl Yes / did whiteu a
little I'llaoknowledge. aud my heart beat
pretty quick tune for a moment ortwo,
for fear she should 90 of into Mysteries,
aud then what should have donel I'm
agine il, when so hate a soonel But
as for plying her, little fiirt-" Words
failed, and he placed his Cigar between
his lips, which would have curled had II
not been there; aud leaned back in his
chair with an expression Of intense dis.
dain.
"Woll. Tom, to silence you, and con-
vince you Of the power Of the crocodile
drops, as you torn them. I'll make a
confession; now don't fall asleep till
nave flushed anu III tell it you;" and
tossing the half consumed cigar into the
fire he began:
''When was in B. studying law
somo tour years ago, had friend, Frank
C., you've heard me speak about
him, right good fellow, but little too
susceptible. Why I've known him to
break his heart for--let me see--one, two
Yes five ladies'. and attempt suicide for
two. Yes, he was altogether too suscep-
tible. inoonveniently so. Well, one day
| was in my room writing busily-T work
ed mighty hard that winter, bro't on a
disease Of the brain, aud have never been
able to look at law paper since-what 10
thunder are yoI laughing at, Tom? As
| sat there, on a cold winters day, the
door burst open aud in rushed Frank G.
-. l knew in a moment that he was
in love again; saw il in his eye, and in
the peculiar way in which he uttered
his We'll, Bob; aud. .heaying a sigh l pre-
pared TO listen to his rawlings about some
new goddess who had enrapturod him.
was not wrong; he launched forth in a
rapturous speech expressive Of the beauty
and worth Cf a certain Eleanor GRAY, who
had just arrived in town, and who had al
ready smitten his too-impressible heart.
% Bob' he cried, she is beautiful so
queenly and majestic, with such dark
rich waves of hair, such a noble brow
and scornful mouth, with its curling up
per lip; but her eyes, o Bob' He sank
into chair utterly unable to say any
more. 1 could not refrain from remind
ing him, laughingly, of certain damsels,
both dark and fair, azure-eyed and with
eyes like night, sunny, raven and chest
haired, whose praises he had spoken
Of in by-gohe days. He sprang to his
feet, exclaiming, Bob, Bob, why will
ycu remind fellow of heart sorrows ht
is trying to forget? and he paced the
room impatiently, then suddenly Dried
But, Bob you must see Eleanor Gray
She's staying at the Il Hotel
and I'm going to see her this evening"
| III drop in aud tell you all about il in the
morning. and he left me.
''I resumed my writing, and thought
no more Of Eleanor Gray. In fact, die
not place much faith in Franks descrip
tious Of his lady-loves. Not many week,
before, after listening for an hour to hii
impassioned description of the loyliness
of farmers daughter, n perfect Hebe
he said, hidden gem which he had dis
covered, l promised to ride with him
to see her. So we went off in snow
storm, rode some miles and reached al
old red farm house, within which dwell
the Hebe. Hebe why, che certainl,
weighed two hundredl You know how
detest stout woman Faughl her fac,
looked like full moon.
"But Frank was right for once. That
evening, when went to my boarding
house found all the gentlemen talking
Of the belle and heiress. Eleanor Gray
and all agreed that she was very beauti
full, very p7oud, and very cold-hearted.
why said Harry Marks, dashinJ
young fellow, and somewhat of an oracl
among us, i have known scores whom
she has Tilted; She thinks nothing o
! breaking heart. Why there is Charl
Lee, the best hearted boy you ever saw
only nineteen. She led him on by smile
| and hattery until he was ready to die 70
her; and 80 he did, for she rejected hir
: coldly and cruelty when he offered he
his hand, and it killed him. She has n
! heart herself, if she had I'd try and brea
= it, and he turned on his heel aud left us
0 al had heard enough to make me wis
1 for a sight of this cold and naughty beau
l ty. had plan in my head which wa
3 to find her heart-I did not doubt hC
t having one--and then wound It, not brea
+ e, as Harry Marks had said-but punis
j. her for her many hirtations.
a The next morning Frank c. WI
q early at my room. He gave me a glow
II ing account of his call. and told noe whi
q a sleepless night he had passed thinkin
Il Of Eleanor Gray; and ended by sayin,
10 '0h, Bob; you were never in love, an
|, cannot sympathise with me now, NJ
a know the agony Of hope and fear in m
10 heart. Oh. Bob, she is 80 beautiful an
re he bowed his head on his hands, an
D sighed. l should have thought him real
70 in love, aud another victim to Elean'
Gray's wiles, had 1 no. seen him in pr
cisely the same situation several times.
al GAS it was suppressed a yawn an
Of said:-Well, Frank, my bog, how shall
ir sec this wonderful camAsl2''
n "'0h, forgot, here ere cards for III
D. tie party at Mrs. Monteith's this oveninI
r, She is to be there, Eleanor Gray, m
g peerless Eleanorl Will you go?' and will
J. out waiting for an answer, he rushed Of