Volcano weekly ledger., 1857-02-07
Love in a Printing Office.

observation; being now perfectly convinced
that the flower of love can never bloom in
the midst of types, cases, and printing ink.
1t was my fortune once to sojourn for a
few days in the village of -. Directly
opposite the Office was pretty white cottage,
with rosebush clambering around the case
ment, and | was not long in making the dis
covery that the aforesaid cottage with the
rose-shaded window contained fair inmate,
a flower whose beauty outshone the roses that
clustered around the window. She was the
belle of the village. Her name was Mary
sweet poetic Mary. have passion for the
name of Mary
1t was beautiful summer morning and |
had raised the window to admit the breeze
from the hower-decked fields, and, it was not
long before perceived the cottage window
was also hoisted and that sweet little Mary
was sitting busily engaged with her needle.
| worked but little that morning. My eyes
constantly wandered towards the cottage
window where little Mary sat, and all sorts
of strange fantastic notions whrled through
my fancy, lightened my brain, and | began
to think | felt light touch of what the
poets call love, sliding in at one corner of my
heart
A few days passed away and chance made
me acquainted with Mary o. she was a
sweet creature; she had form that would
have shamed the famous Venus de Medci-
cheek that out-hushed the richest peach,
and a lip that would have tempted bee from
its hive on frosty morning. | thought as
| gazed on her in mute admiration, that |
had never looked on one SO exquistively
beautiful She seemed the embodiment of
everything lovely and bewitchng. Well time
passed on, and one day Mary expressed a
desire to visit the printing Office. Good"
thought |, what n chance! I'll have kiss
there--yes there, in the very midst Of the i'm
plements of mine art:-why shouldn't p
Love in a printing office-ohl There was
something original in that, and | resolved to
try it at all hazards.
Well Mary came to the Office and | ex-
planned to her the use of various implements
of the black art--the press and roller, the
ink and the stands and the boxes of the A.
B. C's. l took an opportunity to snatch her
pretty little white hand; she drew it back
knocking stickfull of matter into "pi"
II must have a kiss for that my pretty
one" said /, and at it went. | managed
to twist my arm around her waist, and in
struggling to free herself she upset galley
Of editorial, q long article on the Oregon
Question.
Nothing daunted, made at her again.
This time | was more successful. for | OBJ
tanned kiss. BY st. Paul it was a sweet
one and that little witch bore il like mar
tyr-she never screamed once; but as raised
my lips from hers she lifted her delicate little
hand, and gave me box on my ears that
made me see more stars than was ever viewed
by Herschell through his big telescope
Somewhat nettled, and my cheek smarted
with pain, | again seized 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 lyepot, and OVERT went Another galley
of editorial was sprinkled over the floor, and
in her efforts to reach the door her foot slip
ped and she fell, and in her efforts to sustain
herself, her hand--her lilly white hand that
the same little hand came in contact with
my ears--oh, horriblel-was stuck up to the
elbow in the ink. Shades of Franklini She
slowly drew it from the keg, dripping with
ink and asked me what use | made of that
tarY l began to be seriously alarmed, and
apologised in the best manner | could and to
my surprise she seemed to be more pleased
than angry-but there was lurking devil in
her eye, that told me there was mischief
ahoat. As | stood surveying the black coy-
ering of her hand, scarcely able to suppress
laugh at its strange metamorphosis she quick
ly raised it on high, and brought it down
kerslap upon my cheek Before / could re-
cover from surprise the same little hand had
again decended, and left its inky imprint on
my check
Why, Mary" exclaimed what are you
about 7"
"I think you told me you rolled ink on
the face of the form," she replied with loud
laugh, and again her hand lit upon me-ta-
king me broad slap in the middle Of my
countenance, most wonderfully bedaubipg my
eyes. With light step and merry peal Of
laughter, skipped through the door She
turned back when beyond my reach and her
roguish face peering through the doorway
shouted:
Z" / say Charley, what kind of roller does
my hand make ?'
"Oh," said 1, you take too much ink"
Hal hal" she laughed, well, good bye
Charley, that's my impression.
went to the glass aud surveyed myself
for moment, and | verify believe that |
could have passed for guinea niger with
out the slightest difficulty. And SO" said
i to myself, this is love in printing Office
The devil fly away with such love-"
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