Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1862-07-10
Love IN A PRINTlNe oFFIoE.

!. 1 once heard ~ old Jour remar
!. hat printing Office was nc place 4
Ilose,makibg. and ] have since expef
: Isnced tbs ruth Of the obseryaiiop; y.
: ing nov perfectly convinced thai u
flower OF love can never hleogn 10 d
midst Of types. cases. and printing nj
n It was my fortune once to sojoufu i
!. The village Of -. Directly opposii
4 The Office vas pretty white cottage
with a rosebush clsmbering around II
! easement. and | was not long in maxim
: the discovery that the Aforesaid eottag
With the rose-shaded window, contsife'
: q fair inmate; flower whose bea6t
. outshone the roses that clustered arounI
the window. She was the belle of th
/; village. Her name was Mary--swee
, poetic Mary-I have passion for tn,
name Of Mary.
1t was beautiful summer morning
and ! had raised the window to admi
the breeze from the flower decked fields
and it was not long ere / perceived the
cottage window was also hoisted, anC
that sweet little Mary was sitting 6usily
engaged with her needle. l worked
but little that morning. Ny eyes con-
stantly wandered toward the cottage
where little Mary sat, and all sorts oI
fantastic notions whirled through my
body, lighiened my brain, and l began
to think l felt light touch Of what the
poets call love, sliding in at one corner
of my heart.
A few days passed away, and chance
made me acquainted with Mary. Obi
she was a sweet creature; she had a
form that would have shamed the ia
nous Venus de Medici--s cheek that
outHushed the richest peach. and a lip
that would have tempted bee from its
hive on frosty morning; l thought,
as / gazed on her in mute admiration,
that / never looked on one so exquis-
itely beautiful. She seemed the EN-
bodiment of everything lovely and be-
witching. Well. time passed on, and
one day Mary expressed desire to visit
the printing Office. Good" thought
1. "what chsnceP' I'll have kiss
there--yes there, in the very imple-
ments of mine art, why shouldn't r.
Love in printing office--ohl There
is something original in that, and l re-
solved to try it at all hazards.
Well, Mary came to the Office and /
explained to her the uses Of various i'm
plements of the black art--the press
and roller. the ink and the stands, and
the boxes of the A. B. C's. / took an
opportunity to snatch her pretty white
haad; she drew it back, knocking a
stick full OF matter into "pi."
"I must have kiss for that, my pref
ty one," said l. and at il l went. /
managed to get my arm around her
waist. and in struggling to free herself,
she upset a galley Of editorial. long
article on the Oregon Question.
Nothing daunted, l made at her
again. This time was most success
full, for l obtained kiss. By Saint
Paul, it was a sweet one, and that little
witch bore it like a martyr, she never
screamed once. But as l raised my
lips from hers, she lifted her delicate
white hand and gave me box on my
ear, that made me see more stars than
were ever viewed by Herschell through
his big telescope. Somewhat nettled,
and my cheek smarting with pain, l
again seized her waist and said:
"Well. if you don't like it, just take
back the kiss"
She made desperate struggle, and
as she jerked herself from my arms,
her foot struck the lye pot and over it
went. Another galley Of editorial was
sprinkled over the floor, and in efforts
to reach the door. her foot slipped and
she fell, and in her efforts to sustain
herself, her hand, her lilly-white hand
the same little hand that came in con-
tact with my ears--oh, horriblel--was
stuck up to the elbow in inkl Shades
Of Franklin! She slowly drew it from
the keg, dripping with inkI and asked
what use made Of that tar? / began
to be seriously alarmed, and apologized
in the best manner ! could, and TO my
surprise she seemed to be more pleased
than angry--but there was a lurking
devil in her eye that told me there was
mischief ahoat. As ] stood surveying
the black covering Of her hand, scarce
ly able to suppress laugh at its strange
metamOrphosis. she quickly raised it on
high and brought it down kerslap on
nv cheek. Before / could recover
from surprise. the same little hand
again descended, and left its imprint on
my other cheek.
"Wby, Mary" I exclaimed, "what
are you about?" |
81 think you told me you rolled ink
on the face of the form," she replied
with loud laugh. and again her hand
lit upon me-taking me broad slap in
the middle Of my eountenance, most
wonderfully bedaubing my eyes. With
a light step and merry peal Of laughter,
she slipped through the door. She
turned back when beyond my reach.
and her roguisl face piercing through
the doorway, shouted:
"I say Charley, what kind OF roller