The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1865-03-30
PLYMOUTH, INDIANA, THURSDAY, MARCH 80 1865


in Cornville
On the day which was to usher him in
to tie presence Of his beloved, Parafna
walked on air. She was in the seventh
heaven. No cloud Of doubt fioated ath-
wart the sky Of bliss She would not
have changed places with the Empress
Of the French, even for Eugenie's privilege
of getting into q new dress, with the ac-
compartments, every half hour.
To use her own poetic expression, the
celestial regions came down and rested Oh
her shoulders.
At last she should be clasped to the
bosom Of the man Of her love, She should
know how it felt to be kissed By somebody
with mustache, for Frank had one
Sarah Jane Peek. her bosom friend, once
rejoiced ina hirsutc lover, an, never wea-
ried of describing to Parafna how she
used to feel when lie kissed her but now
Parafna was about to be united for life
to q being with heart of fire, and black
mustache, and could set Sarah Jane )
moiety and experience at defiance
| The whistle of the evening train sound
ed Twilight was falling around Para
fna stood in the front door awaiting his
coming
She was dressed in white, with blue
ribbon about her waist, and knots Of the
same color at her shoulders. Her hair
hung in ringlets around her face-(she
had burned it half off with the curling
irons that aftqrnoon) and she was scented
extraragantly with musk, violet, aud cit
ronella
She looked down the street with yearn-
ing gaze. She heard a footstep. A fig
ure came forth from the obscurity of the
dim distance, carrying valisc. What a
serious drawback upon romance valices
and bundles are. Who ever saw hero with
carpet bag Imagine Mr. Rochester,
or Sir Charles Grandson carry ng bun
die .
Parafna' heart leaped into her throat
The figure left the highway, and stopped
at her gate. She rushed down the steps.
1T is Frank ?" she cried tremu'ously.
The figure threw away the vallsc, and
folded her in his arms, and there was a
report like pulling the cork out Of several
beer bottles.
"Oh, Frank my darling. is it thee?'
exclaimed Para6na, catching her breath.
A voliey Of kisses alone replied Evi
IDENTIFY Frank believed in deeds rather
than words.
All, Kind heaven. murmured Parhua
This is bliss
Then there fell little silence.
'.Come into the house, frankie" said
said the lady-''l have welcomed thee to
my hcart-now let me welcome thoe to
my home
They went up the steps-his arm round
her, her head on his shoulder.
The light from the hall lamp flashed
across them. Snc lifted her eyes and look
ed upon his face, then started from his
embrace as though a serpent had bit;en
her.
"Good gracious heaven" cried she in
horror, and no wonder, for Frank stood
revealed before her; the blackest nigger
YOU ever saw this side of Dixie
'De Dressed Lord y calculated the dar-
key, surveying his companion with eyi-
dent disgust, and disappointment, allow
me to specially inquire # you IS Pretty
feeny:'
Are you Frank De Witt" ?"
- mas dat honor"
She sank into chair-her face white |
as the eyes Of her astounded lover. Rage !
and disappointment strove for the mastery.
For moment it seemed doubtful whether |
she would tear her hair out, or indulge |
4 hn kar =
She seized the poker from the fire place,
and sprang towards him.
"You scroundrel ~ she Kissed between
her closely shut false teeth, ''leave this
house instantly before stain my hand
with murder would sooner die than
become yours"
''Oh, don't trouble yourself about dat
=" returned the negro, loftiIy-"Of
course | couldn't think Of taking you for
my spouse, now. Use got deceived might
lily, but II make de best of it. bargain
ed for young gal and you Sc older than
my ole NANNY down in Carliny And
golly. if [ ever seed a humlier woman in
all my life" :"
Poor Frank he said no more-the po-
ker descended on his shins, for some how
Parafna knew which was the vulnerable
part Of her lover, and sent him yelling
from the house.
Parafnl was confined to her room to1
several days afterward, and when she re-
covered, she left Cornville immediate y
She could not remain and face the jokes
and covert sneers of Sarah Jane Peck
She still remains unmarried, but still