Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1862-01-31

It is unnecessary to state to the sy M.
pathizing and clear-sighted, right, ,judg-
/ ing reader, that paid but very little
attention to.the. service that day.
| I saw the minister come in and ascend
the pulpit stairs5sopen the hymn=book
fand give out the number of the hymn
as we see things in a dream, ever and
anon my eyes wandering from the pull
pit to the owner of the blue eyes, which
same blue eyes were perseveringly y
turned from me and toward the minis
ter, apparently paying all due and
proper attention to him.
Do you know what envy is, gentle
reader? If you don't, pray heaven that
you may always remain in blissful igno-
rance thereof
How, / envied the minister, Mr.Ken
nedy! L felt that [ would give all 1
then possessed, or ever hoped to, to be
in his place and under the gaze of those
bewitching eyes.
1t was no use, however, and in sheer
desperation, I resolved to look no more
toward Deacon Whites pew, but to give
implicit attention to the sermon.
[ heard the text given out.
Glove begets love-"
My resolution held good just so long,
[ must turn towards the deacon's pew,
once, only once more, to see if the
words had any peculiar signifcancy to
the mind of my charmer.
If they did not produce the effect [
had hoped for She did not turn to-
ward me or even move, only the little
tiny hand, in its glove of spotless white,
that moved round to the back Of her
head, and pushed on the little bonnet
that had fallen back upon her neck.
l had the satisfaction of seeing her
hand, at all events, and what dear,
pretty little hand it was l should
have been in love with that hand alone,
even if | had not seen those eyes and
that rosebud of mouth.
She wouldn't look toword me, how
ever. All my efforts to accomplish that
were in vain.
In my anxiety to get another glimpse
at her face, [ forgot to be timid, bash
full, embarrassed. [ even dropped my
hymn book on the floor with noise so
great in the perfect stiffness that
reigned, as to draw every eye in the con-
gregation, except those [ wanted, upon
me.
Then, as my ruse failed, and I noticed
that the attention of every eye was
drawn toward me, colored with shame
at what must have been thought by all
but another specimen Of Joe Smith S
stupidity.
To cover my confusion, I stopped to
pick up the book, hoping that when
raised my head again the attention of
the people might have returned to the
minister.
In STOPPING, however, I lost my equi-
librium, tumbled forward, aud, falling
from my seat, struck my head stun
ming blow against the seat in front of
me, with an effect that made my eyes
see any number of stars.
Amid stified laughter, I picked my
self up and resumed my seat, swinging
my feet to and fro, in the vain endeayor
to dlspel my embarl assment in that way
| could scarcely have attempted more
fruitless method, as my feet continually
either struck together or against the
floor or the back of the seat opposite
My feelings during this interesting
operation, are not to be described.
was in misery. If she should have
looked round, as: Of course, she must
have done, and perceived my aWk ward
ness!
The thought was maddening, and
sooner than any longer endure it,
would look once more at the deacon 5
pew, and, if possible, judge from appear
ances whether she had moved, or looked
toward me.
The first glance was sufficient. Ital-
most paralyzed me.
Turned full toward me was the pretty
face of the stranger, her snowy handker
chief pressed over her mouth, and the
dimpled cheek showing the laughter
she was endeavoring to hide.
1t was too much, indeed My eyes
filled with tears of modification. I
could have stood almost anything but
being subject of laughter and amaze
ment to her.
| watched her without removing my
gaze which remained fastened on her
with the fascination of desperation. |
saw her lean toward Polly White and
whisper something.
Polly smiled and shrugged her shoul-
ders, and looking toward me, turned
again and whispered something in re.
turn.
If she should be laughing at Sallie
Bells unfavorable remark of my awk.
wardness, and my much abused "probos
els, and oh, horror of horrors, if she
should be relating the story of TIE
peach preserves!
1t must be, it was SO, for again the
snowy handkerchief was pressed ove1
those rosy lips with little hand nov
ungloyed, and rivalling it in whiteness
As Polly turned once more toward me
while she continued to whisper,
was certain that [ and my "proboscis'
and my mishaps were the subject O
conversation.
Yes. | could not be mistaken. Tn
questionaby Polly's lips, could tel
from the shape Of them while speak
ing, formed the words ''peach preserves,
and again, a moment after, [ knew, ant
felt, and saw, everything but heard he
say ,'proboscls.'
turned away in anguish and despair
and consoled myself with the reflection
that the whole sex were set of hum
bugs, of heartless, cruel creatures laugh
ing at aud despising alike things bol,