Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1865-12-29
From the Des Moinos State Register.
True Love I'm q Horn!

True Love In Horn!
Many of our readers, especially If
they have been residents of ten years
standing in Des Moines, will remember
n slim, hatchet-faced, little fellow, the
initial letter of whose name was S..
His weight was probably about 80
pounds, not any more. He had blue
eyes, light hail, emaciated legs, and an
attenuated Grecian nose. He was for
some time in the wool trade, and ON one
occasion, as we remember we'll, he ad-
vertised his business in the Drawer of
Harper's Weekly. He was harmless,
though witless, chap; and IL was pain
fur 70 see the tide of popular ridicule
which was poured upon his devoted
head from all quarters. Whatever tai
ents he possessed ran to piety and wo-
men, especially the latter; and thereby
hangs tale.
During that awful winter of 1861
so fatal to bachelors all through the
Western country-S----- fell in love-
Narcissa was his flame. He loved her
passionately; and she had coquetry
enough in her composition to play with
him as fisherman plays with Il trout.
The Ounce permitted himself to be en-
SHARED in the meshes of beauty; and he
never was so happy rs at those sublime
periods wherein the female angler
would feed him with that palatable but
fatal, bait which she knew SO well how
to employ. s. was i'm the third
heaven. He felt so eXquisiteIy happy
that he was convinced of the necessity
of permitting all the world to know his
ielicitous surroundings; aud he made a
straight confession TO every aci,iaint-
ance. Narcissa became indignant at
n
peTed foot with considerable energy on
the floor, She vowed to be revenged.-
An avalanche was coming, aud s.
was destined TO accept results with
whatever iortitude he could summon to
his aid.
A select party came OFF Mt the resi-
Edence OF his prospective bride. lie re-
eeived n cordial invitation, and felt
Isweetly, His soul hoatea on sea of
bliss, and he started. The time was
night. The occasion was inviting. just
Fat O'Clock the familiar knock OF s.
was heard at the door. He went in. He
took view of the scenery. In one par
of the room majority OF the company
We're either sitting or standing; and ii
another part We're two young ladies, ors
of whom was the adorcd. They were
seated on what appeared to he lounge
L
ton; and there was just room enough
between them for n third party to inter
pose his physical fabric. With winning
and captivating smiles, S. was invit-
ed to take that particular seat. He felt
encouraged. He waS tickled. He was
Immensely gratified. In the twinklinp
OF an eye, he placed his agile frame at
the desired spot; but in the twinkling
OF half an eye, or in the smallest con
ccivabie space of time, the poor fellow
rebounded from the fatal seat as IA ball
Of rubber rebounds from the stricken
earth, and, with IL yell of pain, he found
the middle OF the room, and began to
dance about with the most passionate
gcsticulations. He rolled his blue orbs
toward the ceiling, and while his right
hand found its way to the region of his
great woe, he cried out:
80 Lord! o Lord. I'm murdered
Take me to thysclf!"
Then, finding out amid the chaos of
his dtm perceptions, that he had been
victimized he shot toward the door as
an arrow from steel bow, and forget
ting his hat, and his overcoat, and eve
rything else except the consciousness of
great agony, he plunged into the
street, and never stopped in his head
long career until he fell breathiess and
almost inseDsible in his own door. way.
On the following Sabbath at class
meeting, he spoke in very feeling man
ncr of the prosecutions with which he
had been assaiied; and the leader, a
man OF generous emotions, took the
poor fellow by the hand, and said SOL
emnly:
They that live Cody must suffer
persecution!n
That's true, brother" replied s.
with "a sensation of relief; "but it is q
very hard thing, brethren and sisters,
for man to live Cody in such town
as this, with a whole paper of pins
sticking TO once in him!"
Poor S.! We don't know what
has become of him. lie was n man of
fragile constitution; and ere this, he is
probably resting in his grave. In all
the elements of Il kindly humanity, he
was ten thousand times better than
those who made him the subject of sport
and ridicuie. If he has passed away
from earth, heaven has received gentle
and inoiicnsive spirit. The last time
we saw him, he was standing up against
a tree in the vicinity ofHorse-Shoe Lake,
and singing as follows:
Must be carried to the skies
On nowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
Ana sailed through bloody seas?"
CRYING AT WEDDINGs.-A recent
writer II la rtpi,, iv.f