New Oregon plaindealer. (New Oregon, Iowa) 1859-1866, 1862-03-21

class had eight of them, all at once, that
he had stolen and accumulated.
All, why did 1 remember the frolic
some days of boyhood ? Why did !
ever attempt to renew sportiveness
and an obsolete jocundity
Let me pause to drop briny pearl:
and proceed with fresh penful of ink.
Business which loathe and detest
keeps me occupied during the day.
time, and my ONLY hours Of recreation
are those that l snatch from the balmy
period Of slumbcr.
Therefore, 1 never had many oppor-
tunities to visit Miss Priscilla Pritch.
ard, save on Sundays, and or the eve
nings of the week. My snit, then,
prospered slowly; but it did prosper.
Oh yes, did 1 not press he's hand un-
|reproved? Did 1 not insinuate, three
several times, that 1 considered her
personal attractions considerably supe-
rior to the average Did l not express
my affection for her in thousand name
less ways-by sighs, by signs, by
means, by groans, by every means, in
a word, that your skillful lover under.
stands so we'll ?
OF course I did.
And she---she not only accepted all
this homage, so delicately rendered,
bat gave. me to understand that she
should like to have me keep at it.
"Frailty, thy name is woman -
How true
1t was one year ago, last Wednesday
night, that she and l sat alone in the
little extension-room, off the back par
lor of Miss Pritcharl's palatial city
residence. We were alone.
I had been getting along very finely,
but somehow { could not get my courage
up to the point.
So I determined to give myself one
more chance, the next night. I hal a
brilliant idea-> omething new and orig
inal.
Young men, take warning by my
fate ! Never trust brilliant, new, and
original ideas. Strike while the iron
is hot; and clinch the nail as soon as
possible.
My idea was to invite Miss Priscilla
to accompany me to the opera, and to
propose to her between the acts, in
proscenium-box. 1 fattered myself
that music's dreamy swell, the faint
perfumes of the house en- toilette, the
mellowed glitter of q thousand lights,
ths wltchery of the spectacle, all would
lend an artful aid, and insure the sue
cess for which 1 trembled.
Concealing my emotion, I suggested
the opera for the evening following, in
my airicst manner.
And | can be very airy when l
choose.
10 my infinite delight, Miss Pritch.
ard accepted the invitation, and with
an agidity that made my hopes 60 up
to the lofticst pitch. Assurance, / felt,
was doubly sure.
But alas /! "Who,'' says CORES.
pondent Of the New Orleans Picayune,
''who can read the future ?''
What sagacity in that reflection
[ retired to my humble abode, apd
slept the sleep Of happy and hopeful
man.
The next morning, refreshed and joy
full, 1 sought the counting house of fPodg.
er, Strother & Company, where 1 earn
my daily bread. overdrew my saIa
ry. in order to pay for the private box
and the supper which 1 intended should
follow the performance. | applied my.
self to my labors, and was cheerful
nay. vivacious to an unwonted degree.
At five o'clock, leaving the office, ]
sauntered up Broad street, on my home
ward way.
| felt SO good, l hardly knew what ta
do with myself.
"No more adding up of wearisome
columns, old boy,' said l to myself
1 Hpo pnoro ,,1odI;nr &o opd fro n foot "