Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1859-01-13
WOnan's Tears.

Tears, tears, wonan's tears! Pshaw
they'd never move me to pity! Why, Bob,
a woman can weep tears enough to--well,
to blot out some of your numerous trans.
gressions, and never feel heart-pang.-
Woman's tearsl why, they're mere croco.
die drops!'
Hush, Tom, what scandal! I'm per-
fectly shocked at such daring skepticismI
Why, didn't l see you nearly fainting al
the opera scarce a week ago because pref
ty Lille Dewdrop's blue eyes glistened a
moment with briny pearls?'
'Briny pearls! Yes, did whiten lit
tie, ! acknowledge, and my heart beat &
pretty quick tune for minute or two, fol
fear she would go off into Mysteries, and
what should have done! But as for pit.
ying her, little firt-' Words failed
and he placed his cigar again between his
lips, which would have curled had it moi
been there. and leaned back in his chair
with an expression of intense disdain.
We'll, Tom, to silence you and convince
you Of the power of the crocodile drops.
as you term them, I'll make a confession
now don't fall asleep till I've finished. and
I'll tell it you.' and tossing the half-con.
sumed cigar into the fire he began:
When 1 was IN B studying law
some four years ago. had a friend. Franz
c.. you've heard me speak of him, q
right good fellow, but little too suscepti
BILE. Yes, he was altogether too suscepti.
BILE. inconveniently so. Well, one day
was in my room writing busily--I worked
mighty hard that winter. brought on dis
ease of the brain and have never been ablt
to look at law paper since = what ii
thunder are you laughing at, Tom? As
sat there on cold winters day, the dool
burst open and in rushed Frank c.
knew in a moment that he was in love
again: saw it in his eye, and the peculiar
way in which he uttered his We'll, Bob;
and heaving sigh. I prepared to listen tc
his rawlings about some new goddess who
had enraptured him. l was not wrong
he launched forth into rapturous speecl
expressive of the beauty and worth of ,
certain Eleanor Gray, who had just arrived
in town, and who had already smitten hi
too-impressible heart. % Bob!' he cried
she is beautiful so queenly and majestic
with such dark, rich waves of hair, sucl
a noble brow and scoriful mouth, with it
curling upper lip; but her eyes, 0 Bob!
He sank into chair. utterly unable 10 sa,
more. could not refrain from reminding
him, laughingly. of certain damsels, bot
dark and fair, azure-eyed and with orb
like night, sunny, raven, and chestnut
haired. whose praises lie had spoken il
by-gone days. He sprang to his feet, ex
claiming. Bob. Bob! why will you remin,
a fellow of heart-sorrows he is trying t
forget?' and he paced the room impatient
i ly. then suddenly cried, Bob, Bob! yo
must see Eleanor Gray. She's staying a
the F. Hotel, and I'm going to see he
this evening. I'll drop in and tell yo
about it in the morning. and he left me.
L resumed my wiring. and thought n
more of Eleanor Gray. In fact. did nc
place much confidence in Franks descriI
tions cf his lady loves. Not my week
before, after listening for an hour to hi
impassioned dissertation upon the the love
illness of a farmers daughter, perfee
Hebe. as he said, hidden gem which h
had discovered, promised to ride wit
, him to see her. So we went off in a sno'
storm, rode some miles, and reached a
old red farm house, within which dive
the Hebe. Hebe! why, she certainl
. weighed two hundred! Her face locke
n like full moon.
: But Frank was right for once. Th'
9 evening, when / went 10 my boarding
!. house, found all the gentlemen talkin
Of the belle and heiress, Eleanor Gray, an