Randolph County journal. [volume] (Winchester, Randolph County, Ind.) 1855-1862, 1859-10-13
From the Ohio Farmer.
Waiting on the Corner.

There is nothing like keeping ones
ears open; though really. sometimes
one feels like shutting both eyes and
ears on the streets, such horrid sights
and sounds come sweeping by with the
crowd; and yet l do believe, if we
should take our pencil and tablets. and
mark the good and bad in two col
umns. side by side, we should find the
good line the longest any day in the
week. though some folks don't think
so. But, about this Waiting on the
Corner
Did you ever catch an omnibus
when you wanted one?'
No, Of course not, t,-who ever did?'
We'll we are apt to say no one ever
did, but out with your tablet again and
see if you're mistaken there too. But
sometimes you don't, as / know. i
was coming home the other evening af-
ter little excursion in shopping. and
found myself at the corner of Olive
and Fourth just in time to see the bus
whirl of without me.
Just ten minutes, ma am answer
cd the driver of the next to my ques-
tion, How soon he would leave?' SO
| took my seat on the shady side Of
the poor mans coach and waited pa
tiently. Now Olive and Fourth is
about the best place in our city. to
watch the fashionable stream of living
folly, as it surges to and fro.
/ noticed two we'll dressed young
men, who like myself, seemed to be
,raiting on tie corner. Nature had
done well for both of them. and the
tailor. barber and hairdresser had not
been wanting in polite attentions.
Having nothing else to do, | sat
looking down upon them and wonder
ing in my own mind if these two good
looking young men were of that mighty
multitude who come to cities and sell
themSelves-that is: health, self-re-
spect, honor and honesty--ior that
miserable paleing mess of pottage.
fashionable dissipation Wondered.
too. who their mothers were, that had
poured through their blood such
stream OF good heartedness, aS to make
it overflow in every feature of their ia
ccs. and whether the good council re-
ceived at their knees, when the little
claspel hands were folded in theirs and
the soft voice uttered, Lead us not into
temptation, but deliver us from evil
would stand by them and guide and
guard them to the end.
just then one of those splendid dis
plays of dry goods, called fashiona-
bic young lady, swept by; she bent her
head gracefully, and the young men
touched their Panamas. She was very
beautiful. but OH what bundle of la
ces, ribbons, flowers, silks, kids. Jew
els, fringe and fan she carried. sus-
pended over that immense tent. built
of whalebone or steel and white tape
What do you say, joe said one Of
these young men, 'how will it do to set
mp housekeeping with such luxury
as that?'
.Say-why / say it won't answer
no. sir. that's my candid opinion
I've seen that lace mantilla and that
splendid horizon-bluc silk before; and
let me tell you, Miss Ellen Dupoy Is
sailing now under at least one hun
dred and fifty dollars worth of rig-
ging.'
And she will want at least half
dozen suits year. you think?'
Exactly, and that will be moderate,
my dear fellow. Ellen's charming
girl-has very good sense get her oil
the dress line. and kind, tender heart
as ever throbbed inside boddice.'
'Confound it. Joe. | know all that.
but what's fellow to do: | love the
girl, and ! think-well, no matter, |