Baton Rouge tri-weekly gazette & comet. [volume] (Baton Rouge, La.) 1865-18??, 1867-04-02

various implements VI the DlAck ART
the press and the roller--the ink
and the stand, and the boxes Of the
A, B, O's. | took an opportunity to
snatch her pretty, lily-w hand,
and she drew it back, knocking a
stick full Of matter into pi.
u must have a kiss for that my
pretty one" said |, and at it | went.
| managed to twist my arm around
her waist, and in struggling to free
herself, she upset galley Of edito-
rial, a long article on the Oregon
question. Nothing daunted, | made
at her again. This time ! was more
successful, for ! obtained the kiss.
BY St. Paul it was sweet one
and tho little witch bore it like a
martyr--she never screamed once,
but AZ raised my lips from hers,
she lifted her delicate little hand,
and gave me box on the ears that
made mo see more stars than ever
were viewed by Herschel through
his big telescope. Somewhat nettled,
and with my cheek smarting with
pain, again seized her waist and
said: We'll, if you don't like it just
take back the kiss. She made a
desperate struggle, and as she jerked
herself from my arms, her foot struck
tho lie pot, aud over it went An
other galley Of editorial was sprin-
killed. over the floor, and in her efforts
to reach tho door, her foot slipped
and she fell, and in the effort to sus-
tain herself, her hand-her lily
white hand--the same little hand
that had come in contact with my
ears--oh. horrible was stuck up to
the elbow in the ink keg Shade Of
Franklin /! what a change came over
the beauty Of that hand She slowly
drew it from the key dripping with
ink and asked me what use made of
that tar | began to be seriously
alarmed and npologized in the best
manner could, and to my surprise
she seemed rather pleased than an
gry-but there was lurking devil
in the eye that told mo there was
mischief anoat. As | stood survey
ing the black covering OF her hand,
scarcely able to suppress a laugh
at its strange metamorphosis, she
quickly raised it on high and brought
it 'kerslap' upon my cheek Before |
could recover from my surprise, the
same little hand again descended
and again left its inky imprint on
my cheek.
"Why, Mary | exclaimed, "what
are you about
Il think you told me you rolled
ink on the /ace Of the FORM" with
loud laugh, and again her hand lit
upon my face-taking mo a broad
slap in the very middle OF my coun-
tenance, and most woefully bedaub-
ing my eyes. With light step and
merry peal Of laughter, she skip
ped through the door. She turned
back when beyond my reach. and
with her roguish face peeping in at
the doorway, she shouted back:
Il say, Charley, what kind Of a
roller does my hand make 7"
"Oh," said |, "you take too much
ink"
"Ha! hal" she laughed, "well,
good bye, Carbohydrate my I'm
preston ha ! hal"
| went to the glass and surveyed
myself for a moment, and verify be
lieve / could have passed for a
Guinea negro without the slightest
difficulty.
"And so,' I said to myself. "this
is love in a printing Office. The
devil take you with such Lowell"
The next morning, when the edi-
tor came to the office, | "rather cal
culate' he found things little topsy-
turvy. However, that made no
difference to me, for | had "mizzled"
long before daylight.
| bore a mark of that scene for
many a day. and now, whenever !
see a lady enter a printing Office, !
think of little Mary, and keep my
eye on the ink key, and though she
was as beautiful as Hebe, | would
not venture to touch her with a ten
foot pole
Talking about love in a boudoir,
love in bower, love on spring seat
sofa, love by moonlight, starlight,
lamplight, or any other kind Of light,
and am with you, heart and soul !;
but | pray you, by the ghost Of
Faust, never talk to me about love