Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1868-04-29

| Father tried to keep cool through
/ all this, but it was terrible hard
work for him to do so. Once | heard
him tell mother that if was bound to
60 to the deuce, he didn't know as he
could help it.
"It's only a hirtation," mother
said
Filtration, indeed l tell you
she's bewitched after him." my faith
er said. A nd then he added, f" " ell
its not so bad as it might be. Tor
seldorf isn's bad young man; Of
course be has not got a cent, but if
they are bound to marry, I'll do what
can for him, and possibly he may
make something yet"
Ny ardor cooled at once There
wasn't opposition enough to feed
the flame; and conequsently my
love died out. That evening Mr.
Torseldorf called | received him
very coolly He noticed it, and ex-
erted himself to be agreeable, but it
was a signal failure | never smiled
, once while he remained. When he
arose to depart followed him to the
door and Informed him as gently as
| could hat his company could be
dispensed with.
What has happened, Beatrice ~
he inquired.
Nothing"
:" Y on do not love me-"
You are exceedingly good at
guessing, Mr.. Torseldorf," l answer
er, smiling for the first time that
evening.
"Heartles," he muttered
ooh no But should be if | had
given my heart to you"
Mr.. Torseldorf jammed his hat over
his eyes, and departed. l never
saw him after
l noticed a change ediately in
my fathers manner. He treated me
in the most affectionate manner; and
for some time all went well. But
when everything seems to be going
we'll with you, you may be sure that
something is going to happen. !
have always found it so. OF course
1t was at Mrs. Tremoin's soiree that
| met Aminidab Fagge. Mr.. Fagge
was a very ordinary-looking mortal
He had red hair, grey eyes, fre-red
mustache, broken nose and varie.
gated skin. He was six feet in length
and three inches in thickness. When
he walked you expected him to fall to
pieces every minute. | don't think
he was properly put together. He
squinted dreadfully, and his voice
squeaked. | presume no one would
call Aminidab a handsome man. !
knew, as soon as my eyes fell on him.
that he, at least, had never been spoil
ed by fattery.
For reasons that YOU will doubtless
understand, none of the Young ladies
at Mrs. Tremoin's took the slightest
notice of Mr.. Fagge. For that very
reason | entered into a conversations
with him, and found that he wasn't a
fool, and that is saying considerable.
| even danced with him once. | was
not anxious to try it again. l had new
er danced with pair Of bars; but l
think | can, now.
Mr.. Fagge asked permission to call
upon me, and | replied that | should
be happy to see him at any time.
Next day lie made his appearance.
Father looked at him in astonishment.
| proceeded to make the two gentle
men 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.
explained to Mr.. Fagge that my
father was very excentric; and then
W. fell into conversation. | found
that he had the largest assortment of
general information (''const family on
hand J of any person | ever met. He
had fresh. original way of express
ing himself, too, that was quite charm
ing to me- | found myself becoming
quite interested IN him. in spite Of
myself. And, at last, when he arose
to go, pressed him to call again
He promised to; but, as / saw him
going down the steps. | felt that he
never would, for it did not seem pos
sible that he could ever reach home
without brea king his neck. He ed
to be walking on stills and one would
have thought this his first attempt.
While | was watching him Father
returned to the parlor.
Do YOU know who that l., Bea-
trice p he questioned Certainly"
| replied That is Mr.. Aminidab
Fagge."
Fudge! l know that; but what
is he p
Oh well, really, l don, know,
Possibly he is a peramoula.ing tin
merchant.
l half expected Father would go
into convulsionS. but he didn't. though
he seemed very much excited. At
last he calmed himself enough to ask
what Aminidab had called for.
ITO see me, | suppose He didn't
inquire for any one else. / made his
acquaintance last night at Mrs. Ire
moins." Father began to boIl again.
He's nothing bnt a poor, misera-
BILE fortune-huuter and if he comes
here again I'll kick him out Of the
house E
Don't. Father, it might hurt him ="
q Beatrice in a voice of thunder
-'go TO your room
made my exit. The paternal
Puggins, when he gets excited, will De