The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1858-03-18
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Love i'm Il Printing Office.

! once heard an old jour remark, that
a printing Office WAS no place for love
making, and | have since experienced the
truth of observation-being now perfectly
convinced the flower of love can never
bloom in the midst of type stands and
printing ink
1t was my fortune to sojourn for few
days in the city of B. Directly opposite
the office was pretty white cottage, with
a rose bush clambering round the case
ment, and | was not long in making the
discovery that the aforesaid white cottage
with rose-shade window, contained fair
female, flower whose beauty far outshone
the roses that clustered round the window
She WAS q little, blue-eycd saucy looking
creature of sixteen summers, and was the
belle of the city. Her name was Laura,
sweet poetic Laura.
have a poetic passion for the name
OF Laura.
1t VS. beautiful Summer morning,
| r4.sed my window to admit the cJoI
breeze from the flower deeked fields, and
It was not long before perceived the cot
cage window WAS hoistcd also, and that
Wect little Laura was seated near 1t. blsI-
y engaged with her needle. | worked
out little that morning. iIy eyes were
constantly wandering towards the Cottage
window where little Laura sat, and all
sorts ofstrange and fantastic notions danced
through my lighted brain, and began to
thnk that | felt slight touch OF what
the poet calls love, sliding in at the cor
ner OF my heart.
A few days past away and chance made
me acquainted with Laura Heavens
she was sweet crcature-she had form
tnat would have shamed the Venus de
Medici-a check that out -blushed the
richest peach, and a lip that would have
tempted bee from his hive ca a frosty
morning, l though. as | gazed Oh her il
mute admiration, that | had never seen So
fair creature. She seemed the cmbod-
ment of all that is lovely ana bewitching.
Well, time passed OH, and once Laura
expressed desire to visit the printing
Office. Cad, thought /, what chance
I'll do it there-yes, there, in the midst
Of the implements of my art-the press
and the roller--the ink and stands, and
the boxes Of the \, B, C's. | took an
opportunity to snatch her lily white hand,
and she drew it back, kuockinga a stick of
matter into pi.
q must have . kiss for that, my pretty !
one" said [, and at it | went. | managed |
to twist my arm around her waist, and il
her struggling to free herself she upset
galley of editorial, long article on the
Kansas question. Nothing daunted, | /
made at her again. This time | was
more successful; for / obtained kiss.
BY St. Paul it was a sweet one, and the
little witch bore it like a martyr-she new
er screamed but once; hut as raised nv
lips she raised her delicate little hand
and gave me a box on the ears that made
me see more stars than was ever viewed
by Herscheli through his big telescope
Somewhat nettled and my check smarting
with pain, | again seized her waist and
said
"Well if you don't like it, just take
hack the kiss"
She made a desperate struggle, and as
she ierked herself from my arms, her foot
struck the lye pot and over it went
Another galley of editorial was sprinkled
over the floor, and in her efforts to reach
the door her foot slipped and she fell, and
in her effort to sustain herself, her hand,
her lilly white haud-the same little hand
that had como over my face-oh, horrible ,
was stuck up to the elbow in the ink
keg. Shade OF Franklin what change
came over the beauty Of that hand She
slowly drew it from the keg, dripping
with ink, and asked me what use | made
of that tar, | began to be seriously
alarmed, and apologized in the best man
ner could, and to my surprise she seemed
more pleased than angry-hut there was
lurking devil in her eye that told mc
that there was mischief aloat. Ks | stood
surveying the black covering Of her hand, (.
scarcely able to suppress a laugh at it,
strange metamorphosis, she raised it quick
ly on high, and brought it down kcrslap
on my check y Before l could recover
from MY surprise, the same little hand
had again let its impression on my cheek.
Why, Laura" | exclaimed, what
are You about"
:" think you told Inc you rolled ink or
the face of the forE," she replied with
laugh, and again her hand hit upon my
face, taking me slap in the middle of my
countenance, and most woiully bcdaubing
my eyes, With light step and a merry
pei of hughter sh3 skipped through the
door. She turned back when beyond my
reach, and With a roguish face peering
through the doorwry, shouted back:
:" l say, Jerry, what kind OF roller
does my hand make ?'
ooh" said |, you take too much ink. "
A" Ha, ha," she laughed, % well, good
bye, Jerry--;hat's nay Impression, la, h4-"