The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1858-07-17

SoM0suiuS clcSoub 1UOut tulb,' 0diu Joe,
gathering upthe scattered papers, and pla.
cling them beneath I. paper-weight on the
escritoire, Il must investigate t6is-here's
an opening for splendid Bit of romance
poor young carpenter, and rich, lovely wo-
man, Ell? Lord bless me, there have been
bushels Of novels written on the same plot
After hurried examination of the room,
he regained his scaffold, and consuming his
lunch, set once more about. his labors, a
little more hopefully than before.
Thus passed week. Joe got into very
impudent habit of entering the chamber al
most daily, in hopes of meeting the occupant
OF so charming a temple. He became famil-
lar with all the books and music, whistled
the canary into convulsion of song, and
drove himself half crazy with speculations
upon the fair unknown.
He had heard her sing very sweetly Of a
morning, when she opened the window, and
just caught . glimpse of her form; but she,
seeing him, had Withdrawn suddenly, and he
had not been able to discover whether she
was beautiful as rose, or ugly as camel.
He had found upon half finished sonnet,
on the table, several long, fine, brown hairs,
apparently plucked out in a fit Of abstracted
meditation.
Evidently, this girl was blonde.
He had found CATERS, of delicate colors,
and wonderful smallness-gloves of cores
ponding delicacy- tasteful and artistic dresses
and sacques.
What will you say, on, my natter Of fact
and practical reader, when tell you that my
friend Joe Conway, fell in love with wo-
man whom he had not yet seen-of whom he
knew next to nothing?
Quite naturally the erection of the cornice
progressed but slowly. The master -carpen-
ter wondered at it, but Joe assured him every
morning that it would only take day Or
two longer.
One fine afternoon, Joe found, lying on
the escritore, an essay upon music, written
in the same beautiful hand which he had so
often seen and admired on the margins of
books and the papers in the chamber
Grown impertinent to an alarming degree,
he laid down the saw which he had uncon-
sciously brought with him, and pursued the
essay carefully.
twas we'll written and powerful, but there
was an error in the philosophy. 1t would
be dull for me to explain here, the mistake
which Joe saw at oncc-it is enough that the
fair writer had confused the laws which
govern melody and harmony, and Joe de-
voutly wished an opportunity to point out
the error to her who made it.
He was just meditating an epistle to be
left with the essay, when the door opened,
and his deeSse inc0nnue entered!
Figure to yourself young sirl-say of
nineteen or twenty-whose every line and
contour spoke of grace and health-whose
peach-tinted cheeks, bright eyes and lips
like inner fold of some tropic she'll, told Of
vivacity, freshness and purity. Her hair
was of that peculiar pale brown-almost a
wood color-which may perhaps be best
described as mingling of ashy and golden
tlnts, and fell in tangled masses-half ring
lets, half disorder-on each side of neck
white and delicate as the petals of the came
| LA.
She did not scream when she saw the car
penter sitting coQlly in her arm chair, ma
king himself EXCEPTIONALLY at home. She
only opened her large gray eyes, hesitated q
moment, and said:
well, sir = with IN accent between sur
prise and disdain.
Joe arose and bowed politely.
sWhat do you wish, sir?'
Joe was somewhat put to his trumps.
q wished to see what kind of a fairy in.
| oo u uOulalu.
Truly, a nice speech for a journeyman car.
penter to make to Commodore Ilulkington'.
only daughter.
Possibly, you are not aware that you are
intruding, sir. You will oblige me by de-
parting
Certainly said Joe, now in the full en-.
joyment of the romance of the thing, seer.
tainly l will 60, but you must pardon
me one thing,-I wish to explain q
little question on which You have doubts
Harmony in music, appeals to the intellect
ual or reasoning portion of the soul-melody
to the passions and feelings
The young girl looked little alarmed
and drew back step or two.
'No!' said Joe, divining her thoughts, q
am not insane. In your essay on music,
you say that Education refncs and intensi.
ties our perceptions of melody You should
have SAID harmony for that rules the
brain, which organ is susceptible to the in.
fuence Of education. Melody is lord of the
heart alone, and you, madamoiselle, ought
to be we'll aware that the heart cannot be
taught, either in music or love!'
Miss Huntington was astonished.
sSir,' said she, Il do not know what to
make Of your conduct. You are very impru-
dent, and vcry-very-'
'Audacious! Yes, I acknowledge that,
interrupted Joe, 'but you must pardon me.
first entered your room to place some pa
pers in safety, which the wind was about to
blow out Of the window. Once inside, the
air of elegance and refinement exhibited
here, attracted me. Doubtless, you have
noticed that ones surroundings become
permeated, as it were, with something Of
ones sphere-so in your room, expert
enced an emotion of pleasure conscious
ness of the presence of some invisible but
charming spirit, and made bold to enter
often, believing that, if you knew my mo-
tives, you would forgive me.'
The young lady was beginning to feel
pleased. All women like admiration, even
from their $50. called) interiors if it il deli
cately expressed.
Their conversation proceeded. Joe proved
to the fair essayist that she was in error,
and astounded her by the depth of his
thoughts, the variety Of his knowledge, and
the elegance of his diction.
On leaving, he held out his hand-almost
as soft and white as her own-and she, sti-
fling the last traces of false prejudice, gave
it cordial pressure.
-1Ou nave uOS WoEAeu AouS w yum H"oS1
she said.
'Since my boyhood,' unblushingly answer
ed Joe, 'but-' added he, glancing at his
hands-'I have generally done the nicer
kinds of work-joinery and the like
This excuse passed very we'll with a wo-
man who had never had the honor of the
acquaintance of mechanic before.
The next day, when Joe heard the window
open, he presented himself, and after ex.
changing salutations, the twain again fell
into q discussion, which became so earnest
that Joe was compelled once more to enter
the room.
Alas, for the progression Of the new cor
nice
For two weeks this state of affairs continu-
ed, at the expiration of that time, Louise
Huntington was compelled, muagre her
pride, to acknowledge to herself that she
loved Joe Conway-the journeyman carpen-
ter.
He would not believe it. 1t contradicted
his theory of the mercenary character OF