Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1868-03-13
! Mr.. Torseidorf,n answered, smiling for
the first time that evening". NK#E
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after.
/ noticed change in my fathers man
ner Immediately after that. saw that his
hopes had revived. He treated me In the
| most affectionate manner, and for some
time all went well. But when everything
seems to be going well with you, you may
be sure that something is going to happen.
/ have always found it SO.
1t was at Mrs Tremoin's soiree that met
Aminidab Fagge Mr.. Fagge was very
ordinary looking mortal. He had red
hair, grey eyes, fire-red mustache, a
broken nose and variegated skin. He
was six feet in length and three inches in
thickness. When he walked you expected
him to fall to pieces every minute. l
don't think he was properly put together;
he squinted dreadfully, and his voice
squeaked.
i presume no one would call Aminidab
Fagge handsome man. knew as soon as
my eyes fell on him that he, at least, had
never been spoiled by f1attery.
For reasons that you will doubtless I'M
derstand, none of the young ladies at Mrs.
Tremoin's took the slightest notice OF MIR.
Fagge. For that very reason l entered
into a conversation with him, and found
that he wasn't fool, and that is saying
considerable. / even danced with him
once. Ae AE W 90
was not anxious to try it again. I
never danced with pair OF bars, but l
think can now. aks eltt&
Mr.. Fagge asked permission to call upon
me, and replied that should be happy
to see him at any time.
Next day he made his appearance.
Father looked at him in establishment /
proceeded to make the two gentlemen &C
quainted: 4 Z II K ~ u -
"Dear father, this is Mr.. Aminidab
Fagge. Mr.. Fagge, my father"
Father bowed, muttered something that
sounded like Fagge-rag-shag, and left
the room. -.
I explained to Mr.. Fagge that my father
was very eccentric, and then we ell into
conversation. / believe remarked before
that Mr.. Fagge was no fool On the con-
trary he had the largest assortment OF gen.
eral information in his head Of any person
/ ever net. He had fresh, original way
of expressing himself, too, that was quite
charming to me. found myself becom-
ing quite interested in him in spite Of my
self and at last, when he arose to go,
pressed him to call again. He promised to,
but as saw him going down the steps l
felt that he never would, for it did not
seem possible that he could ever reach
home without breaking his neck.
He seemed to be walking on stills, and
one would have thought. this his first
attempt. 3 x. s T r. 49, Y =
While I was watching him father re-
turned to the parlor.
"Do you know who that is, Beatrice?"
he questioned.
Certainly" replied; that is Mr..
Aminidab Fagge."
"Fudge! l know that. But what is
he ?"aaa7f8a $500
ooh, well, really, don't know, father.
chant"
half expected father would 60 into con-
vulsions, but he didn't, though he seemed
very much excited. At last he Gained
himself enough to ask what Aminidab had
called for.
"To see me, l suppose. He didn't in
quire for any one else. made his acquaint-
ance last night at Mrs. Tremoin's."
Father began to boil again.
"He's nothing but poor, miserable for
tune-hunter, and if he comes here again
I'll kick him out of the house"
"Don't father, it might hurt him."
"Beatrice! in voice of thunder, go
| to your room"
made my exit. The paternal Puggins,
| when he gets excited, will be obeyed.
retired to my room. Was there not
some romance in this? enjoyed it huge
ly. There was everything in it to make it
highly interesting to young lady of my
temperament. There was stern and
cruel parent, the poor, butnoble lover, and
myself. felt then that my hero had ar
rived The love for whom had been
waiting SO long had at last appeared in the
person of Amlnadab Fagge. "Horrible p
you exclaim. oh, no. The ugliest person
in the world, when seen through lovers
eyes, will look lovely. Mr.. Fagge began
to grow beautiful in my eyes from the mo-
ment father threatened to kick him from
the door,. t
He called the next day while father was
out. i received him in the parlor. l told
him, as gently as could, that father had
conceived dislike for him.
impossible " said Mr.. Fagge.
"Not at all. He said he would aid you
| in making your exit from our. door if he
ever caught you here again"
| &"I think had better retire." said he.
| s"Oh, no; fatheris never at home at this
hour"
| "But this is dishonorable"
| "We can't help dislikes you know, Mr..
| Fagge," said, with my most bewitching
smile. You called to see me, believe.
l am of age, and shall be happy to see you
any time when you please to CALL"
An angelic smile lighted up Mr. Fagge's
| ceuntensnce and to me he seemed really
| beautiful When we parted at the door
| he pressed my hand slightly. Oh, it was
| 80 sweet
Atterthat Mr.. Fagge and were together
almost every day for a fortnight. Luckily
my father was not aware of this. | did
not suppose that he would ever put his
threat into execution; but still, had he
found us together, he might have made use
of some rather hard words, and they might
have caused an unpleasantness. fygTfn
+ But l felt that this could not always
| last. There would be an explosion some
day. 1t came rather sooner than I eX-
pected. h h4 as
| Mr.. Fagge and were together. We
had been talking, as usual, for nearly half
an hour, when he suddenly turned toward
me, and said:
Beatrice, there is something that I've
been wishing to tell you for some time"
Indeed |" Igave him glorious smile.
"What can it be?"
"Beatrice u knew by the way his
moustache bristled what was coming
love you"
"ls that all?"
us that not enough?"
"Why,I thought by the expression Of
your countenance that it was something
more Serious replied.
| at will be serious enough for me, unless