Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1858-03-20
Selett Galt.
THE DIV RCE.
BY CLARA AUGUSTA.


"My darling Wiliam"
There was report like the sudden burst
ing of champagne bottle, and the very
windows ratified for sympathy.
Dearest wife Oh, but my happiness is
too great !"
Yes, William more than earth can afford
''Tis love, dearest, love that makes US but
little below the angels in happiness. My
blessed husbandp p
There was o second report, louder and
more intense, if possible, than the first.
But Willie, there is one thing want to
ask you pardon ne, love, for doubling, but
there is SO much disappointment in The world.
win you always love me as we'll US you do
now Your slightest frown would craze me !;
your GOODNESS kill mel'
"Love you, my angel! Yes may the
heavens turn black with anger--the great
unfathomable ocean dry up and scorch me-
the burning sun in the celestial ether become
as lead, when cease one jot or little in my
affection for you, my !ife's star, my manhood's
delightP
"Oh, Willie, that sounds sweetly just for
ali the world like something we read in
novel Sometime ] intend to write one Of
the splenddest books, all about our glorious
life you the hero, the heroine. Oh, won't
it make sensation y
"Ive no doubt but it will, il my sweetest
Annie conceives the plot"
"And you'll never look cross at me, Viii
liam? ?"
"Never, angelw
"Nor speak harshly to me"
mo, sweet dove !"
"Nor look at the girls iu the shopst"
u pledge myself-never TO turn my head"
"And you won't ever think that an pther
| womans foot is prettier than your darling
wfe'sY"
"That would be impossible !" bestowing
o tender glance upon the hearth.rug, where
| the young brides pedal extremities should
have exhibited themselves, if it had not been
for the heap Of lace founces and crinoline
which completely overshadowed them.
! "And you won't 60 to clubs, and smoke
and come home smelling, oh so vile that l
can't kiss you. or lay my head on your shoul-
der. Oh, Willie, it you should, how dreadful
it would be |"
You know me better than to think such o
terrible thing, cherub OF course wouldn't"
"And when ask you for money to buy o
pair of nsw gloves, you won't scold, and tell
me about hard times, as poor Mary BarDard's
wretch Of o husband always does p
my fortunes are yours, Aunie, and never
refuse you anything You are mine, and
mine only my darling wife |"
"My beloved husband !"
The lady would have the last word, and
then followed a fixed embrace, and thitt
stunning report.
Reader, the two young people whom We
have, without ceremony, brought upon youl
kind attention. had been married but five
days and six hours at the time we commenced
with them. So you understand they wer,
in the first blush of the honeymoon, which
accounts for the extravaganza Of their pas
sion.
Annie Dennot was a very pretty girl. an,
II was by no means wonderful that whel
William Severance became acquainted will
her, and learned that she was tue undispute(
possessor Of snug little fortune OF ff,
thousand dollars, he should regard her ten
: derly, and after three weeks acquaintance
T ship, offer her his hand and heart. Sucl
things have happened before, and probabl
, will again, SO We will not dwell upon it.
e There was quite wedding at the house O
J, Annie's guardian, MIR. Winter; aud the happ
}. young couple established themselves in
: pretty house on Vine Avenue. The nam
was romantic, and the locality was nea
s Williams store, SO with q half sigh for be
girlisa day-dreams of a palace and coact
house, Annie settled herself down in be
new home.
We have no doubt but William and Ami
were sincere in their love for each ether, an
that they truly intended never to disagree i
g any way, shape or manner, is a matter {
u history. But it is well known that mos
d human resolutions are futile, and those
e our friends, it seems, were no exception.
r On wings Of gold and pinions of silver th
al hrst three weeks Of their married life few b
Ia perfect dream of bliss" Annie sal
or But an awakening came.
er One beautiful morning in July, while O,
I'd friends were at breakfast, a wasp came in ,
the open window, and as wasps are prone
commenced to buzz around the room. w
liam had horror Of the species, and dropp,
his knife and fork in an Instant.
= "My love-" he said to his wife, "cann
that disgusting little insect be removedf
IL. takes away my appetite to hear this hui
n. ming"
IS why, Willie, my darling, did not kn,
at you disliked wasps indeed, they are pret
sseatures, and love to hear them sing"
= "My angel, you have strange taste
.r- call that hateful buzz singing Its very Ii
.Is the sound Of Gotten mill 6llsd with sp
ipp-ienuies "