The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1865-06-14
LOVE IN 4 PRINTING
OFFICE.
BY AN OLD TYPO.


foctly Convinced That the flower Of love
can never bloom in the midst Of type,
cases, aud printing ink,
1t was my fortune to sojourn in the vii
lage Of. Directly opposite the
office was pretty, white cottage, with
rose bush clambering around the case.
ment, and | was not long in making the
discovery that the aforesaid cottage with
the rose.shaded window contained fairer
inmate flower whose beauty out.shone
the roses that clustered around the win
dow. She was the belle of the village.
Her name was Mary, sweet poetic Mary.
| have passion for the name Of Mary.
1t was beautiful summer morning,
and had raised the window to admit
the breeze from the fower.decked fields
and it was not long ere perceived the
cottage window was also hoisted, and that
sweet little Mary was sitting busily en-
gagged with her needle. 1 worked but
little that morning. My eyes constantly
wandered toward the cottage where little
Mary sat, and all sorts Of strange fancied
notions whirled through my brain, and |
began to think I felt what the poets call
love, stealing in ono corner of my heart.
A few days passed away, and chance
made me acquainted with Mary oh !!
she was a sweet creature she had form
that would have shamed the famous Ve-
nus D'Medici-a check that out flushed
the richest peach, and lip that would
have tempted bee from its hive on
frosty morning. 1 thought as gazed on
her in admiration, that had never look
ed on one SO exquisitely beautiful She
seemed the embodiment of everything
lovely and bewitching. Well, time pass
ed on, one day Mary expressed desire
to visit the printing office. "GoOd,"
thought I, "what chance I'll have a
kiss there-yes, there in the midst Of the
implements Of mine art-why shouldn't
IW Love in printing Office! Oh
there was something original in that, and
l resolved to try atall hazards.
Well, I,oxplaiuse-to her the use Of
various implements Of the black art-the
press, the roller, the ink, the stands, the
boxes OF the A B C's. 1 took an oppor-
tunity to snatch her pretty little white
hand she drew it back, knocking stick
full of matter into "pi."
II must have kiss for that, my pret-
ty ore" and at it / went. l managed to
get my arm around her waist, and in
struggling to free herself, she upset a
galley Of editorial, q long article on the
Oregon Question.
Nothing daunted, l made at her again
This time 1 was more successful, for 1 OBJ
tanned kiss. By Saint Paul it was a
sweet one, and that little witch bore it
lik martyr; she never screamed once.
But as l raised my lips from hers, she
lifted her delicate little hand and gave
me box on the ear that made me see
more stars than we're ever viewed by
Herschel, through his big telescope
Somewhat nettled, and my cheek smart.
ing with pain, l agpin siczed her yaist
and said:
"Well; if you dbn't like it just take
the kiss back"
She made desperate struggle, as she
ljerked herself from my arms her foot
struck the lyc.pot, and over it went. An
other galley of editorial was sprinkled
oyer the floor; andin her efforts to reach
the door, her foot dipped and she fell,
and in her efforts to sustain herself, her
hand-her lilly white hand-the same
white hand that cane in contact with my
ear-oh horrible WAS stuck up to the
elbow in ink! Sh,des of Franklin She
drew it from the k,g, dripping with ink
and asked what use / made Of that tar
[ began to be seriously alarmed and apol'
ogized in the best manner | could, and Ia
my Surprise she seemed more pleased
than angry; but there was lurking dew
il ia her eye tl..t-Sfld mischief ahoat.-
AS stood surveying the black covering
of her hand, scarcely able to suppress {
laugh at the strange metamorphosis, she
quickly raised it on high and brought i
down kerslap upon my cheek. Before
could recover from the surprise, the same
little hand had again descended and lef
its inky imprint on my other cheek.
"Why, Mary" l exclaimed, "what arr
you about"
"I think you told me you rolled ink or
the face of tho iorm," she replied with {
loud laugh, and again her hand lit upor
me-taking me broad slap in the mid
die of my countenance, most wonderfully
bedaubing my eyes. Whh merry pea
of laughter and q light step she slipped
through the door.,She turned back wheI
beyond my reach and her rougish fac'
peering through the doorway shouted:
al say, Charley, what kind Of a role
does my hand makeS'
"0h, you take too much ink" said I,
Ola ha p she laughed, "well goo,
bye, Charley, that's my impression T
1 went to the glass and surveyed my
self for moment, and l believe that
could have passed for Guinea nigge
without tho slightest difficulty. And so
thought / to myself, thisis love in print
ing Office, The devil ay away with sucl
love.
The next morning, when the edito
came to the ofiice,I rather calculate h,
found things q little topsy.turvey. How
ever that made no difference to me, fOrs