The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1868-03-12
IT'S only a ffirtation," mother said.

oDposition enough to feed the flame; and
consequently my love died cut. That
evening Mr.. Torseldorf called. l re-
ceived' him very coolly. He noticed it,
and exerted himself to be agreeable, but
it was a signal failure / never smiled
arose to depart, I followed him to the
door, and informed him as gently as
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," l ans Wered, smiling for
| the first time that evening.
Heartless," he muttered.
| ooh no! But should be if had given
| my heart to you"
MIR. Torseldorf jammed his hat over
his eyes, and departed never saw him
! after.
1 noticed change in my fathers man
| ner Immediately after that saw that his
| hopes had revived. He treated me in the
most afectionate 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.
| l 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, a hre-red mustache, a
broken nose and a 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. I
don't think he was properly put together /;
he squinted dreadfully, and his voice
squeaked
presume no one would call Aminidab
Fagge a handsome man. knew as soon as
my eyes fell on HIM that he, at least, had
| never been spoiled by 1attery.
For reasons that you will doubtless un-
derstand, none of the young ladies at Mrs.
| Tremoin's took the slightest notice of Mr..
| Fagge. For that very reason l entered
| into a conversation with him, and found
that he wasn't a fool, and that is saying
considerable. l even danced with him
| once.
was not anxious to try it again. I
never danced with a pair Of bars, but I
| think | can now.
Mr.. Fagge asked permission to call upon
me, and l replied that l should be happy
to see him at any time.
Next day he made his appearance
| Father looked at him in establishment I
proceeded to make the two gentlemen ac-
Quainted:
'Dear father, this is Mr.. Aminidab
Fs.gge. MIR. Fagge, my father"
Father bowed, muttered something that
sounded like Fagge-rag -shag, and left
/ INC room.
7 explained to Mr.. Fagge that my father
was Tery eccentric, and then we fell into
conversation. I 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 a 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 al last, when he arose to go, I
| pressed him to call again. He promised to,
| but as [ saw him going down the steps l
| felt that he never would, for 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 I was watching him father re-
turned to the parlor.
de you know who that is, Beatrice? !"
he questioned.
Certainly" l replied; {" that is Mr..
Aminidab Fagge."
Fudge! l know that. But what is
hep"
ooh, well, really, don't know, father
Possibly he is a perambuIating thinner
chant"
l half expected father would go 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 a poor, miserable for
tune-hunter, and if he comes here again
FL kick him out of the house"
Don't father, it might hurt him."
"Beatrice! in voice of thunder, 4" 60
to your room"
made my exit paternal Puggins,
when he gets excited, will be obeyed
l retired to my room. Was there not
some romance IN this 1 enjoyed it huge
~. There was everything in it TO make it
highly interesting to young lady of my
temperament. There was g. stern and
cruel parent, the poor, but noble lover, and
myself. [ felt then that my hero had ar
riyeG. The love for whom l had been
waiting SO long had at last appeared in the
person of Anlnadab Fagge. Horrible r'
you eXclaim. Oh, no. The ugliest person
| III ellC Ntllt, NllSu Sctn IL a. 1ONCI ;
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,
He called the next Cay while father was
out. l received him in the parlor. told
him, as gently as could, that father had
conceived dislike for him.
Impossiblei" said Mr. Fagge.
"Not at ali. lie said he would aid you
in making your exit from our door if h.
ever caught you here again."
! Z" / think | had better retire." said he.
"Oh, no; father is never at lone at this
hour"
"But this is dishonorable"
eve can't help dislikes you know, Mr..
| Fagge," | said, with my most bewitching
smile. &c 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 bIr. Fagge's
countenance and to me he seemed really
beautiful. When we parted at the door
he pressed my hand slightly. Oh, it was
so sweet
Atterthat Mr.. Fagge and l were together
almost every day for fortnight. Luckily
my father Was not aware Of this. [ did
not suppose tha6 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