Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1865-1872, 1868-02-07
And you'll dirt with her, and jilt

fair, future victim tonight
But you'll be careful, Paul. said Tom
cooling down as his. friend heated up
She's very pretty, uncommonly pretty
you've no idea how pretty, and she may
turn the tables and subjugate you, instead
Of you subjugating her"
The old story OF the minister who wen
to Rome to convert the Pope, and returned
n redhot Catholic. Not any thanksl Ny
heart is iron clad; has stood many seiges
TO yield to any little flirting brunette
Forewarned Is forearmed. Gene on. ole
fellow, rising from his sofa, never sa,
diel
How goes tho nighli' said Tom. look
ing out; "i,'s raining. Do you mindg'
Shouldn't mind II II rained pitchfork'
In 40 good a causel Get your oyercoa
and como. think those old chaps-wha
-do-you call-'em, Crusaders? must bay,
felt as DO now, when they marched Il
take Jerusalem. Where arc We to find
Ia belle Fanny
AT her sisters, Mrs. Walters, she's
only here on visit; but during FIVE week !
stay she has turned i've dozen heads and
refused fve dozen hands, my own the last,
said Tom, with groan.
Never mind, Tom; there Is balm In
Gilead yot, Revenge is sweet, you know,
and you shall taste It's sweets before the
moon wanes. Now then, Miss Fanny, the
conquering hero comesl'
The two young men sailed forth into tho
rainy, lamp liz streets. A passing omni'
bus took them to tho home Of the eoquett-
ish Fanny, and Tom rang the bell with
yindiciiye emphasis.
Wont she rather wonder 10 sec you af-
tor refusing you? inquired Mr.. Warden,
whilst they waited.
'What do carel responded Mr.. Max.
we'll, moodily; her opinion is of no conse'
quence TO me now.
Mrs Walters, q handsome agreeable.
looking young matron, welcomed Tom with
cordial shake Of the hand. aud acknowl-
edged Mr.. Warden's bow by the brigbts
Of smiles, as they were ushercd into the
family parlor.
We are quite alono, this rainy night,
my sister aud |, she said. MIR. Walter Is
out of town for day or two. Fanny, my
dear, Mr.. Warden; my sister, Miss Sum.
mers, Mr.. Warden
IL was pretty, coy room, 'curtained,
and close, and warm and directly under
the gas.lieht, reading lady's magazine,
sat one Of the prettest girls it had ever
been Mr.. Warden's good fortune TO see,
and who welcomed him with brilliant
smile
Black eyes, jetty ripglets, rosy checks,
alabaster brow, thought MIR. Warden, tax
ing stock: The smile Of an angel, and
dressed to perfection. Poor Toni he's to
be pitied. Really, hadn't come across
anything so much to my taste this month
Of Sundays
Down sat Mr.. Paul Warden beside the
adorable Fanny, plunging into converse
ton ut once with an ease and fuency that
completely took away Toms breath. That
despondent wooer on the sofa, beside Mrs.
Walters pulled dejcctedIy at the ears of
her little black-and. tan terrier, aud an-
swered at random all the pleasant things
she said to him. lie was listening, poor
fellow, to that brilliant how of small talk
from the mustached lips Of his dasbing
friend, and wishing the gods had gifted
him with a similar gift OF the CAB. and
feeling miserably jealous already. He had
prepared the rack for himself with his
eyes wide open; but that made the torture
none the less when the machinery got in
motion. Pretty Fanny snubbed him in
continently, aud was just as bewitching
as she knew how to his friend. II was a
clear case Of diamond cut diamond--two
niris pitted against each other, and an
outsider would have been considerably
puzzled on which to bet, both being 80
evenly matched.
Tom listened, and sulked. What a lot
Of things they found TO talk about, where
he used TO be tongue tied. The magazine,
the fashion plates, the stories, then wild
launch into literature, novels, authors,
poets; then the weather; then Mr.. Warden
was travelling, and relating his hair. breadth
escapes by Hood aud field, whilst bright
eyed Fanny listened in breathless interest.
Then the open piano caught the irresisti-
BILE Paul's eyes, and in twinkling there
was Fanny seated at il, her white fingers
flying over the polished keys. aud he bend.
ing above her with an entranced face.
Then he was singing delightful love.song
in u melodious tenor voice, that might
have captivated any heart that ever beat
inside Of lace and muslin; aud then Fanny
was singing n sort Of response, il seemed
to frantically jealous Tom; and then it was
eleven o'clock and time TO 60 home.
Out in the open ali, with the rainy night
wind blowing bleaky, Tom lifted his hat
to let the cold blast cool his hot face. lie
was sulky still, and silent-very silent;
but MIR. Warden didn't seem to mind.
'So,' he said, lighting a cigar, the cam
paign has begun, the first blow has been
stuck, the enemy's ramparts undermined.
upon my word, Tom, the little girl is un-
commonly pretty!
81 told you So said Tom, with sort
Of growl.
And remarkably agreeable. 1 don't
think | ever spccnt pleasanter tete-a-tete
evening"
so l should Judge. She had eyes, and
cars, and tongue for no one but you.'
My dear fellow, it's not possible you're
jealousI Isn't that what you wanted? Be-
sides, there is no reason, really; she is a
professional firt, aud understands her
business; you and know just how much
value to put on all that sweetness. Have
a cigar, my dear boy, and keep up your
heart; we'll fix the flirting Fanny yet,
please the pigs!'
This was all very true; but, somehow, it
wasn't eonsoling. She was nothing to him,