Smyrna times., 1862-04-10


toward 1t, as head was poked in.
Heard you wanted man. Is that SO Mr. Z"
seys the fellow at the door
No, sir" | returned Don't want any,"
All right, says the stranger, and bang goes
Tue door, as commence again to write.
/" But more particularly of the angelic sweet
ness OF temper which every one ofyour-"
Open goes the door again. and in rushes |
man, at the sight of whom became desperate,
and resolved to pay no attention to him, but
continue writing.
Just had the pen been applied to the paper
when he roars in my ear,
"Black-Mr. Black. Dses he live here. Z" |
Don't know such man." answered and |
continued writing.
Don't know Mr.. Black! Why he's thin, |
ugly looking kind of men-red hair, and
wears false teeth; and"
Oh !" | reared at last to stop his iargon |
"Go to H-He-Hester street, and you'll find |
him."
Out he dashed to find Mr. Black, and again |
resumed my labors.
"EVery one of your features answers to the
characteristic of your soul.
"you cannot take il i'll Of me, that embrace
the earliest opportunity of Informing you of my
sentiments. and ofbegging, hat far from form.
lag decided opinion, preIudlcial to my hopes.
you will condescend TO make inquiry into my
character and morals, which, flatter myself,
will bear the strictest scrutiny and, when you
have satisfied yourself on that essential point,
let me entreat you--"
"Say, Massa Clerk"
Again | looked towark the door, and there
was black woolly head poked 10, making
splendid mark for to throw something at and
| must confess that | never felt so much like
throwing an ink bottle at anything in all my
| existence.
But, however, softened down a little, and
resumed my writing, without taking further no.
lice of woolly head.
"Massa Clerk, de ys heah! Massa wants de
hand cart to dump sumfin in de rbber.''
took no notice but weRt on.
,"Geta hand-cart and dump them the river
! with the answer"
"Phew what's that last thing wrote there
now 7" | muttered.
1 "Get hand cart and dump them into the
river"
Well, then, if that amt a rich thing to put
in love letter. Confound you for black ras,
cal it was you made me write that. You just
poke your head inside that door again, and see
if you don't pull it back as quick"
Add just as if he heard what said in bobbed
the black head again. | grasped up the ink
stand, and raised it preparatory to taking good
shot.
"Massa."
Before be could say any more he espied the
raised ink-bottle, and quickly withdrew his
head. tt.-.'' ~.
waited few seconds, watching savagely
} the door TO see if he again would Ike hi- a p
pearance, but seeing he die not. was on the
! p int Of laying down the ink stand when the
a door again opened. | could not stand it, so
!, waited no longer. but took good aim at the
n opening door, and 6red.s 1t came down with
o crash-not on the darkey's head, buI on ny
: employers, who had returned unexpectedly 81
II the darkey left.
"Murder J" roared my employer. "Thievel
# In my Office Murder!''
And down stairs he dived, while jumped uI
!. and followed quickly after = i'' t'
Hearing me coming after him with such
=, racket, made him believe that he was followed
d by no less than half a-dozen robbers, so b.
quickened his pace TO one that would not dis
Il grace ZouaVe on a double quick after q Sc
cessionist, until be reached front door whic
i. being closed prevented his egress, and thu
brought him to halt.
K, This delay of his brought me up to him, an
d az leaped down the las. couple Of steps, b
10 turned round for the 6rst time, and not reeog
q nislng me in his dilemma, sank on his kneel
" "Oh Mr.. Robbers, if you want to take all
have take it; but spare my life"
le "Why, what's the matter, Mr.. Harcourt?
"Whall John, is that you? Bless me, bv
you have saved my life!" ....E
"Saved your life, siri How!'
of Why, John, there's over twenty robbers U
stairs, that had an awful fight with, and
by would undoubtedly have captured them all ha
it not been for one fellow. who struck me wit
ou a slung shot, after stabEing me in various place
See the bleod hew it pours down my head :"
if did see the ink dropping from his head. b.
be no blood. ..
to +" It's awful black blood. sir," at last vel
tured TO say. sa
ty is it. John? Then I'm dead man, for
as must be from an artery. Run for the police,
doctor, and the coroner, SO as he can have
post mortem examina tion."o $50 y
x. "Oh, it's not necessary sir it was / th
threw an inkstaBd AZ the dsrkey's head, al
is you happening 20 be coming in at the time =
ceiyed II ON yours instead" .<.l4 .... =
re. "Y on !youl Joha, to do all this Bile
ne me, bu. was there nobody there but your
iD That's all, sir.
Did "Then, sir," says he, jumping up and lcOkiI
lo- as dauniless as ever, "you shall never gi
another day in any store"
so However, got him up stairs, and explain
is matters with him, and made up friends as 60
TO as ever. a. s. ..
That evening. as rsached home, bethoug
myself of the letter had written. I drew
u't forth, from my pocket 10 peruse il previous
8 posting il. and read as follows: -
J, "Dearest and beloved Of my hearts pur
n. affeciions-I, doubt not you will be asionish
ook atreceiying-peanuts, spplssin--al letter, fr
be a--Mr. Clark--a s,rsnger.s and have no
cuse to offer but-Fm begg ng and have ses
ere starved children. and--ths warmth ofmy IL
nes lion for eae with whose characief 4 was 10 ID
ess, before had the honor of see ng her persons
vith the sight of whose person and manners c
the 6rmed forever the impression which had b,
'ght previously excited. l must however, supp
ss8tl teac saa d a,iass
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