The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1864-09-17

Of chicken salod. which does honor 10 the family
Ny own exploits In this line my modcsty furbids
me 90 mention
No wonder loved this rosy little beauty, who
could get up such a choice fry, and bake such
delicious cakes. Ah what a life Of domestic hap
piness rose before my vision, when pictured my
self returning home from court at night, to meet
a bceisteak ready broilCd, or bowl of the richest
turtle soup, served up by the fair hand of the
angel at my side. resolved, IL there was any
virtue I'm pair Of whiskDrs, In an eloquent
tongue or in my new blue coat tD via this
sCrnph OF pc-Dabcr crs
Ilole is no place like a stagc-cOach for making
love. II comes natural You do il, cgad in an
cay, don't carc.fOr-auyt1mg style, that yon
cont for the life ~ you assume in any 9th ola c.
What bctviNt sitting on the same seat TO { k
more conveniently, and putting yOut arm around
her waist to keep her from ioltug Of You soon
get iu be wonderful uOzy, aud ten tp one, 3D. .,o,
tout catch yourself squCC2ing her ,,nJ nr
varying the entertainment in sUsie otbcr ,y,v
before yOu are aware OF II, '''
For my pant, as have said, W., r,ady 10 sur-
render at dissection, and ! alrc ADV fInri,i nv
self tightening TIE dear Great re Issid mo of tho
troublesome duy of cOCr'. .tup tine rent. of her
vaT'ous fine houses. IL v,ns charming 10 think of
the li"tIts' l u-u i' de in her ilectious Wuat
90 CHg'leIy roy Geek IL was that Just then
sly k'sstI -H'd Dlushiug the deeper at my
vmmlh' Nd then her saucy, pouting lips; aud
then Ier .Furv, iusf the size for man who hated
your tp,n wcasCl-shuped young misses us be hated
I
Grw thanked my stars that had hitherto set
! NY face ike flint against every temptation to
/ marTy-iOr now my hrmncss was rev TdCd by
| this beauty pud hcircss dropping into my mOu h.
/ AID then preached 10 myself "A mental hOmr Y
/ on the shur'-sightpdnCss Ot man, as vcntured 70
steal another k ss from the conscious and bush
| ing tile angel af my side. l was about to pop
| the question itself, when the coach stopped, aud
| Tie urivet dCrcCndDd and opened the door Ny
| charm CT roe was taken all abucS.
40 you get out here ~ said |, in surprise
eyes" said She, 81 sec Mr.. Powell is waiting
| for me-"
"Mr Powell" said J., for that was the name Of
n friend of mine who lived up this very lane, MT
bali a mile from The turnpike "dO yOI th EN- live
| with him Perhaps you're relative Strange"
l muttUTCd TO myself, 81 never heard him speak k
| OF This charming creature
Before could answer, Powell approached, and
| while he hailed me, my fellow passenger spraug
| 10 the ground as if by magic, and the next
minute was inmy friend's vehicle.
FOR heavens sake" said l, half mad that the
! hearty gIpe OF Powell prevented me from has en-
ing 10 his waru's assistance, "WhO is that angel
| Is she a relative, n ward, or what? I'm dying
| for love Uf herr"
| Powell burst into laugh, and laughed on, till
tears came in his eyes. Contound the fellow, what
| did he mean began 10 look angry.
! "COme, my dear hoy" he said, "dout get int
a passion hut consider how o I'D it is that YOU, OF
ali men, should fall in love with my cook"
! / never make acquaintance in n stage-Coach
now until have eXchNnged cards.