The weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1858-1860, 1858-03-09

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Yes, Harry i jealouA an suro Of Il 1
am writing BY the table, and cfceuEss, can.
| not go anything that y going On around
~ and Minnie have been quArfelinG that
Minnie hes tapped her litsls foss O the
hearth rug, examined the rosy nails ef each
has whistled Yankee Doodle with 81 his
might hooking out from under bic long
brown lashes, to 80 how his indifference
a&ected Minnie.
Now Minnie takes book and turns over
the leaves carelessly, stopping to hum .
tnne thst one Of Harry rivals 10 exceeding-
y fond Of Harry yawns, Minnie kesps on
humming the air without looking mp and
now goes for her writing desk. Opens i,
and takes out huge white enyelope, 1upsr-
scribed in . bold, beautiful hand-blushes .
| little, and takes pains that Harry SEA
Every nerve n his body Z swake; be glares
his great brown eyes q Minnie; he looks -
though be would devour her
Minnie takes the daintiest sheet Of paper
| out Of her desk, and commences writing Q,
| 80 neatly and 20 nicely. She mover took 20
much paine when she wrote to Harry-nev-
or, not shs, and she hopes Harry viii under
stand it He does understand it, bites his
lin, strokes his moustache, and sets his
L IA - IL s.
his chair; puts his feet On an ottoman; now
kicks the ottoman over and gets up out Of
his chair altogether.
Mianie smiles; Harry goes to the window
Why don't he at down and not make .
Ounce Of hinseln Why don't he take it
4 coolly, cit before the ere and read has news
Minnie, BY the uneasineso7 What fools men
shoulder this minute Sit down you ape,
and not make whirlwind Of yourself.
Minnie draws herself up like . little
queen, a. Harry glances at her writing ar
ches her neck; and curls her red lips. 40
though he had insulted her, and he writhss
into his chair again. Ses
Minnie writes faster than ever, and Harry
watches her. Now she has finished, and IL
l z
Yes, o pair Of scissors-what can she want
Of themf Clip, and of goes one Of her
brown curls Harry starts upon his feet
smothers into growl the angry words up
on his tongue; sits down again, and again
kicks over the ottoman
Would you like to read my letter, Mag
gieY
Thank you
read it.
what nice letter it is,' exclaimed,
giving it back to her.
wish could say something to comfort
Henry. might if-if-I wasn't . woman,
just, like Minnie
He understands French, then? said to
Minnie
oh, yes, he is fine French scholar, she
answers, placing her brown curl within the
folds of the letter. s.
Harry hops up again, and sits down a.
quickly.
Minnie commences putting her desk in or
der Wipes her pen, shuts down the cover
of her inkstand, replaces her scissors, paper
and envelopes. Harry signs! gracious,
what sighl for all the world like the puff
Of steam engine.
Minnie takes up her writing desk and
lamp, bends down her red lips for kiss,
and says: ;,
Good night, Maggie ..
Now she is gone. Harry signs, long loud
and deep and glanees at me. hope l
don't smile, though it would be just like me
too. Now he 10 out of his chair again, and
coming towards me.
Maggie, tell me, in the name of misery,
tell me who Minnie wrote that letter to-
What are you thinking about! betray
Minnie's confidence? You are insane!
But Maggie, tell me if you have any re-
gard for me! Was it Frank WARREN
No
David WebsterY 5,
No 4t a.0
That miserable French teacher?
No, no.
Who was it them ~
1 have great mind to tell you-no, no,
| mustn't
Yes, do let me know. Minnie shall
never hear of it. =
Well, it was-put your ear close to my
Who?
1T was-don't hurry met was-was--'
'WhoY pleads Harry. &.
1t-it-w as
who ? he fairly groans. II
Itwas-yes, it was
sWhoY he thunders.
Il washer sister!
The deuce it WASP
'Ha ha ha! no! hoi hoP
| am alone; my ears are ringing with
something like sound boxing. Harry has
just slammed the outside door, fercely enough
to jar the whole house, and Jumped out
on the sidewalk with force enough to dislo-
cate his ankle bones
Whew! what fools the men are Amer.
Union.