The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1865-02-23
Love in a Printing office. ]

Itftt3 over the Ice we sail.
Love in Printing Office.
| once heard Jour remark that print
ing o6ice was ogplace for 1--we making, ant
have since experienced the truth Of tie ex.
preston; being now perfectly convinced
2 that the flower Of love can never bloom in
the midst of types, cases, aud printing in K
1 TWAS my fortune once to sojourn for :
few. daysin the village of ----. Directl,
opposite the Office was pretty white cot
4 tage, with rose bush that was waving
around the easement and wis not long in
imaking the discovery that the aforesaid cot
tage with the rose shaded window contained
a fair inu,ate "a A ,wer whose beauty out
shone the roses that clustered oun1 the
window. She was the belle of the village
Her name was Mary--sweet poetic Mary
| have passion for the name of Mary.
1t was a beautiful summer m ,rning, and
7 had raised the window to admit the hreez e
from the flower decked fields and it was not
long ere paceived the cottage window was
also hoistcd, and the sweet little Mary was
engaged busiy with her needle. worked
but little that morning NY eye constan IL y
| wandered toward the cottage where little Ma.
ry sat, and all sorts of strange fantastic no
tons whired throu 5h my brain. and be.
gan to think felt slight tonsh of what
the poet calls love, sliding in one corner Of
my heart.
A few days passed away, and chance
made me acquainted with Mary. Oh she
was su eet creature J, she had form that
would have shamed the famous Venice de
Medici--a cheek that outflushed the riches.
peach, aud a lip that would have tempted a
bee from its hive on frosty morning.
thought as gazed in mite admiration, thai
had never looked on one 50. exquisitively
s.~asif''i. e sse seemed ora,..ai. AMI ,l
everything lovely and bewtchin,. Well,
time passed on, and one day Mary expressed
desire to visit the printing office. "Good,' ;
thought I, "what chance T'l have kiss
there-yes there, in the midst of the imple
ments of my art-why shouldntE?' Love
in printing office On there was some
thing original in that, and resolved to try
it at all hazards. W
Well, Mary came to the office, and ex
planned to her the use Of the. various imp! !e-
ments Of the black art-the press, the roller
the ink and stands, and the boxes ofthe A.
b. Cas. | took an opportunity to snatch
her pretty white hand; she drew it back,
knocking stickful of type into pie.
Imust have a kiss for that my pretty
one, said I, AMI at it went. | managed to
get my arm around her waist, and in strug-
Cling to free herself, she upse. galley OF
editorials long article on the Oregon cues
ton.
Nothing daunted, made at her again
This time was more successful, for OBJ
tanned kiss. BY st. Paul. it was sweet
Que, and the little witch bore it like, a mar.
tyr, she never screamed once. But as !
raised my lips from hers, she raised her del.
icate little hand, and gave me box on the
ears that made me see more stars than ever
were viewed by Hershel, thro' his big tele
scope. Somewhat nettled, and my cheek
smarting with pain, again seiz ed her waist,
and said
swell if You don't like it. just let me TAX
back the kiss" H
L rsY tas- l, fs l,-Hg
/ She made desperate struggle, and ss
she jerked herself from my arms her foo,
struck the ley pot, and over it went, An
other galley of editorial was sprinkled over
the floor, and in her efforts to SUSTAIN her
self, her hand-the same little hand tha
come in contact with my ears s--Oh /, hor
riblel was stuck up to the elbow In ink
Shades Of franklin She slowly drew
from the keg, dripping with ink, and asked
what useI made of that tar. began I,
be seriously alarmed, and apologized in th,
| best manner could and to my surpris
she seemed to be more pleased than angry
but there was lurking devil in her ey
that told me that there was mischief afloat
As stood surveying the black covering o
her hand, scarcely able to suppress laugh
at the strange ,metalnorphosis,, she qnickl,
r,ised it on high and brought It down on m
cheek kerslap. Before could recover m,
surprise the same little hand had again de
!, scended, and left the inky imprint on m
, other cheek. a.t& w .at c.f 81
II why Mary exclaimed, what re 70
about set, e bGt H Ia $50
II think you told me that you rolled in
on the face of the furm." she replied with
smile, and again her hand lit upon me-ta
king me broad slap in the middle OF m
countenance most wonderfully betiaubin
my eyes. With a light step and merry ne
Of laughter, she skipped through the doc,
: She turned back when beyond nv reacl
and her rogish face peeping throu n tn
doorway. shouted; 20
= "What kind of roller does nv han
! make 2" @ 8
e "Oh," said I, '.you take too much ink
$ "Ha ! Hat she laughed, "well good bv,
that's my impression" D