The mountain Democrat., 1865-03-04

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No wonder loved this rosy little beau.
II, Who could get up such choice fry,
and bake such delicious cakes All! what
life Of domestic happiness rose before
10Y vision, when II pictured myself re-
turning home from cnurt at night, to meet
a beef steak ready broiled, or bowl Of tho
richest turtle soup, served up by the fair
hand Of the angel At my side. l resolved,
il there was any virtue in pair Of whiS-
kers, an eloquent tongue, or my new blue
coat, to win this seraph OF pie bakers
There is no place like a stage coach for
love making. 1t comes naturally You
do it, egad, in an easy. don't-care- for-a any
thing style, that you cant for the life Of
you assume in any other place. What
betwixt sitting on the same seat tn talk
more conveniently, and putting your arm
around her waist to keep her from jOlting
off. you soon get to be wonderful cozy,
and ten to one. If you don't catch your.
self squeezing her hand, or varying the
entertainment some other way, before
you are aware Of it.
F my part, as we have said, wds
ready to surrender at discretion, and al
ready fancied myself tightening the dear
creature beside me Of the troublesome du-
ty Of collecting the rents Of her various
fine houses 1t was charming to think Of
the progre>sA had made in her affections.
What a dehcntrly rosy cheek it was that
Just then silly ki>srd-she bluShing the
deeper at my warmth. And then her
Saucy, pouting lips and then her figure,
Just the size for a man who hated your
thin, weazel shaped young misses as he
mated rpidcmicS. All, what a Wife she
would make! How thanked my stars
that had hitherto set my face like a flint
against every temptation to Inarry--fOr
my tirmness was rewarded by this beauty
aud heireSs dropping into my mouth
Aud then preached to myself a mental
h"mIly on the short sIghtednesS Of man.
as | ventured to steal another kiss from
the conscious and blushing little angel at
my side. was about to pop the ques.
ton itself, when the arh stopped. and
the driver dec, Nhed and opened the door.
My charmer arose. | was taken ell
aback. .
DO you get out here?' said I, in sur.
prise.
Yes said she; 4 see Mr. Powell is
waiting for me-
MI. Powel?' said I, for that was the
nam of friend of mine who lived up
this very lane, not half mile from the
turnpike; ID" you then live with him
Perhaps you're relative? Strange
muttered to myself, i never heard him
speak of this charming creature
Before she could answer, Powell ap.
preached, and while he hailed me, my
fellow passenger sprang to the ground as
il bv magic, aud the next minute was in
my friends vehicle. ..
For Heavens sake said l, half mad
that the hearty grip Of Powell prevented
me- FROM fastening to his wards assist.
ance, who is that angelP Is she rela-
tive, q ward, or whatP Fln dying for
love of her.
Powell burst into laugh, and laughed
on, till tears came in his eyes. ConfOund
the fellow, what did he meanp began
to look angry.
Come, my dear bov,' said he. don't
get into a passion. but consider how odd
it is that you, of all men, should fall in
love with Inv cook
never make acquaintance in q stage
coach now, until have exchanged cards.