The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1860-02-01
RAVENNA, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY l. 1860.

numberless accessories, do feminine graces
nimbly and sweetly recommend themselves
unto our pleasant senses but this l will
forever and ever say, that nowhere, either in
gorgeous hall nor gilded opera.box, nor in
any other place, nor under any other circum.
stances, may such bewildering and insidious
power of maidenIy enchantment be exercis'
ed as at the billiard table (; especially when
the ench anrress is utterly Ignorant of the
duties required of her, and confdingly seeks
manly encouragement and guidance. Con.
|, trolled by the hand of beauty, the cue be-
comes magic wand. and the balls are no
longer bits af inanimate ivory, but poked re.
sistlessly hther and thither, circulating mes
a sengers of fascination. :..
know. for have been there. ,,.
Il Had Miss Tarlingford turned her thoughts
, towards the bowling. alley, | might, without
, difficulty, have retained my selfpossesson /;
for her sex are not charming at ten.pins.-
They stride rampant, and hurl danger around
them, aiming anywhere at random or they
mike small skips and screams, and perform
, ridiculous filings in the air, injurious to the
/ alley and to their game or they drop balls
/. with unaffected lqngor. and develop at an
early stage of proceedings, a tendency to
d cutters, above which they can never rise
Throughout; and all this is annoying, and 6t
n only for Bloomers, who can be degraded by
}. nothing on earth.
!. But billiards what statuesque pictures,
what freedom of gesture, what swaying grace
n and vivacious energy this game involves
It And then the attendant distraction-the
Is pinching together of the hands to form the
needed notch, the perfect art of which, like
y fist. clenching, is unattainable by woman
. who substitutes some queerness all her own
N the fierce grusping and propulsion of the
+, cua-lhe loving reclension upon the table
ri when the long shots come in-the dainty
-. foot uprising, to preserve the owners bal
70 ance, but, as it gleoms suspended, destroying
II the observer's-aII, all combine, as they d
y, this time, TO scatter stern promptings OF dut!
Al beyond recalIinG
First, Arabella's little hand must be mould
ed into bridge, and being slow to cramp it
4 self correctly, though plant as politician
conscience, the operation Of folding it to
ID gether had to be many times repeated
~ Next, shots must be made for heY, she re
tanning her hold Of the cue, to get into tn
way of it. Then oil went on smoothly wit
:, her, turbulently with me, until. enthusiastic
ho ally excited, she must be lifted on the table
edge;S Just to try one lovely little shot
which escaped her reach from the ground.
mr. My game was up
We were alone. Arabella perched uPo
~ the table, jubiant at having achieved pool
% et-I dismal and blue, beside her.
-, sThere, take me down. she said.
=, | looked around through each window, il
~ clined my ear to the door, swept an ar
around her waist, and forgot to proceed.
'Oh, Arabela! Arabella ! wherefore a
, thou ArabeIla =
!, 'Do you wish were somebody else = 81
asked, aIyIy.
'No, no but what of Frank Lillivan 2
T., Frank do you know him 2 with
luminous face.)
80 'And he has told me-yes.'
sWhat!'
r 'Of his relations with Miss Tarlingford
with Anna yes
J. sWhat Anna Who is Anna 2
Dear me, my sister Anna. Don't be G
surd.'
But never knew-'
'No-you know nothing of her; the wo
-: for you! You avoided her-I'm sure do
see why and she is retiring
Retiring 1.-the very word =
sWhat word You vex me; you puzz
e,., me; take me down.
,aro Forgive me, dear Arabella I'm too
lighted to explain. never will explain
mn | thought it was you on whom Franks aff
tons were fxed,'
-, 'Dear, no! Frank is sensible; he kne
better; he has judgment;' and she laug|
quiet laugh, and made as if she wo
jump down.
As she descended, the heads caromed
gether with click. 1t was the irrepre
,, BILE influence OF the billiard atmosphere
,,s.. suppose. No one contemplated it.
That evening, when Frank LilIivan ar
here ed, met him at the door.
3 God blses You, Frank said |; Il
hcb, give you everything. Say no more.'
Ivan 'Hollo what's up cried Frank.
tude We'll, certainly it was little imprud
y de- for you to neglec writing the whole add
was, of the letter you sent to Anna Terlingi
4 | thought it was for Arabella.'
Ara. Dear me I said Frank, his eyes twink
8 not what then =
but ;-~ss+"------
ards! OF A darkey preacher arose to annou
ne at his text as follows "In de fust 'pisto
clover, second chapter, andtwo hundred
cipa nine-fust verse ~ "Hold up, Doctor C