Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1868-04-02

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rhymes. upon scented paper, and he
gave these effusions to me. / almost
thought / loved him; and / am sure
he loved me, for he told me so.
had 1t all written out in black and
white, in the most elegant verse
think I ever read.
Father tried to keep cool through
all this but it was terrible hard work
for him to do so. Once l heard him
tell mother that if l was bound to 90
to the deuce, he didn't know as he
could help it.
"It's only dirtation," mother said:
"Flirtation, indeed! / tell you she's
bewitched after him. my father said.
And then he added, ..Well, it's not
so bad as it might be. Torseldorf
isn't bad young mao; of course he
has not got cent, but if they are
bound to marry, I'll do what L can
for hiID, and possibly he may make
something yet !"
My ardor cooled at once. There
wasn't opposition enough to feed
the fame, and consequently my love
died out. That evening Mr.. Torsel-
dorf called. l received him very
coolly. He noticed it, and exerted
himself to be agreeable, but it was
signal failure. / never smiled once
while he remained. When he arose
to depart, / followed him to the door,
and informed him as gently as l
could, that his company could be
dispensed with.
"What has happened, Beatrice?"
he inquired.
Nothing"
"You do not love me-"
"You are exceedingly good at
guessing, Mr.. Torseldorf," / answer
ed, smiling for the first time that eve
ming. -
"Heartless," he muttered.
ooh no! But l should be if l had
given my heart to you
Mr.. Torseldorf jammed his hat
over his eyes, and departed. I never
saw him after.
l noticed change in my father S
manner 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 hap
pen. have always found it so.
1t was at Mrs Tremoin's soiree
that l met Aminidab Fagge. Mr..
Fagge was very ordinary, looking
mortal. He had red hair, grey eyes,
fire red mustache, a broken nose
and o variegated skin. He was six
feet in length and three inches in
thickness. When he walked you ex-
expected him to fall to pieces every
minute l didn't think he was prop
erly put together; he squinted dread
fully, and his voice squeaked. v,
| presume no one would call
Aminidab Fagge handsome man.
l knew as soon as my eyes fell on
him that he, at least, had never
been spoiled by flattery.
For reasons that yeu will doubtless
understand, none Of the young la
dies at Mrs. Tremoin's took the
slightest notice of Mr.. Fagge. For
the very reason 1 entered into a
conversation with him, and found
that he wasn't q fool, and that is
saying considerable. l even danced
with him once.
was not anxious to try it again.
1 never danced with pair of bars,
but l think l can now.
Mr.. Fagge asked permission to
call upon me, and l replied that /
should be happy to see him at any
time.
Next day he made his appearance.
Father looked at him in astonish-
ment l proceeded to make the two
gentlemen acquainted:
"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.
l explained to Mr.. Fagge that my
father was very eccentric, and then
we fell into conversation. l believe
remarked before that Mr.. Fagge
was no fool. :, On the contrary he had
the largest assortment of general in
formation in his head of any person
1 ever met. He had a fresh, origi-
nal way of expressing himself, too,
that was quite charming to me. l
found myself becoming quite inter
ested in him in spite of myself; and
al last, when he arose to go, l pressed
him to call again. He promised to,
but as l saw him going down the
steps / felt that he never would, fol
it cid 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.
While l was watching him fathel
returned to the parlor.
"Do you know who that is, Bea
trice?" he questioned.
Certainly" / replied; "that ii
Mr.. Aminidab Fagge."
"Fudge! l know that. But wha
is he?'
"Oh, well, really, 1 don't know
father. Possibly he is a perambu
lating tin-merchant."
l half expected father would g
into commissions, but he didn't
though he seemed very much excited
At last he calmed himself enough tt
| ask what Aminidab had called for.
"To see me, suppose. He didn'
inquire for any one else. I made hi
acquaintance last night at Mrs. Ire
moin's."
Father began to boil again.
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