The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1862-02-27

she liked. perhaps me
Lucky man. thought I, at the end Of
my fourth week, here is young lady
angel, rather--who has Ill the 4ualiica-
sions to make you happy. who does now.
or doubtless will. love you marty Der,
Stokes, and be happy
Thinking thus, resolved, the first op-
portunity that presented itself. to fill to
overflowing the cup of Miss Genis's Joys,
Dy making her an offer of my hand.
But, ah
All my bright imaginings, anticipasions.
and gothic air castles, were destined to be
unceremoniously upset Even now, when
| think Of that mournful episode in my
life, tears, idle tears as A. Tennyson
correctly observes. unavoidsbly obscure
my vision. 1. G. Washington Stokes,
weep.
"Oh, cvc- thus from cl.ildfIood's hour,
I've seen my fonJest hopes decay
never loved tree flower,
But twas the first to fade away"
But anticipate.
About week after had so magusni.
mously resolved on making Miss Genie
happy. we were walking slowly home
ward from pic mic. which had been Civ.
en- by the young people as sort Of fare
we'll, having fixed that evening for my
return home. Coming to large oak tree,
Genie expressed herself weary with the
walk, and wished to rest. Accordingly,
she sat down at the foot Of the tree. on a
large root, which had grown out of the
ground. and l, nothing 10th. followed her
example, thinking that now or never ;
was the time TO pop the momentous
question. Ye powers what an uderta-
king Old gentleman. as you read this.
have you entirely forgotten your feelings
when tcu asked that demure old lady
over there III the corner, to be yours
through life. in sickness and in health. in
prosperity and adversely? No. The faint
like feeling In your stomach. trembling in
the knees, and the uncertainty Of utter
ance which you experienced on that mo
mentous occasion. can never be obiieratel
from your memory:
l digress.
,ll ., /.
tagging some minutes. by a mighty effort
| arose, and in tone of voice suited to
the occasion. commenced:
Genie. there are moments in ones life,
when, if the lips refused utterance to the
feelings of the heart, that indispensable
article wonld undoub ubtedly break into sew
eral distinct pieces | was confident that
speech would tell. She remained silent
and proceeded
Five weeks. Genie, / have been with
you almost constantly and in those five
weeks my heart mas experienced new feel
ings-new ensations-and-'
oh, Mr.. Stokes what a funny man !!
Please get ME that wild rose that looks SO
pretty, over there by the stream saying
which, the young lady proceeded TO make
herself as com Portable as possible.
walked off, feeling very savage. pro,
cared the wild rose that looked So pret-
ty.' and presented it in very lofty man
ner to Miss Genie My confidence was
considerably shaken by this little incident,
but, like the tenacious Mr. Brown, |
thought it would never do to give /, up
so.'
Genie faltered |. 'can you think
kindly of one loves the very atmosphere
which you breathe. the grac, upon which
you tread, and yourself dearer than life?-
can you-will you-be my--wife b.
this time l was in a beautiful state Of
trepidation. and stood before her in one Of
my most awkward attitudes. awaiting my
(Stokes' doom.
La no. Mr.. Stokes, how would il
sound-Mrs. Gene,ievs Stokes Could
not think of such aJhIng. possibly
Heavens. how refreshing
Three months after my earthly happi
ness had undergone the above mournful
infiction, l received paper containing
the following choice bit of information:
"MARRIED--On the 2lsi inst. at the
residence of she brides father, by Rev
Nathaniel Ding. Mr.. Abraham Snodgrass
to Miss Genevieve Ashland"
Mentally wishing my name had been
Snodgrass.' we carefully laid the paper
containing the notice into an adjacent
water bucket
Lucky man--Snodgrass