The evening Argus. [volume] (Rock Island, Ill.) 1861-1871, 1869-06-21


church door last evening, we saw young
man project his left elbow toward an animal
ed millinery and ladies' furnishing shop, at an
angle of IS degrees, with the pertinent and
somewhat suppressed inquiry, "May | see
you homer We didn't hear the answer,
but as the young man drew his hat over his
eyes and skunk away with a sort of sheep
stealing look, we presume it was not as sat.
isiactory to his youthful aspirations as it
might have BEEN Union.
This item, tailed off with - verse from
Hans Breitman, constitutes what is termed
in newspaper circles fancy local"-that
is, it is manufactured from whole cloth, aud
is the desperate work Of a brain in despair
at certain quota Of scrbbhng which can t
be honestly done, and is simply invented to
help fill up space. But wen give a couple
Of 'disappointments,' which have the virtue
Of being entirely truthful, the latter one we
Witnessed ourselves
Two weeks ago last Sabbath q Rock Is
land gentleman and his wife were taking q
drive on the road that leads outfrom Moline
to Rock River. When several miles out
from that city, they saw some distance ahead
OF them, horse and buggy being driven al
a pace slower than the resumption Of specie
payments. Though not willingly, they were
compelled to notice that the driver Of the
buggy didn't hold the ribbons of the har
ness half as energetcally as he did some
other kind Of ribbons and that between
kissing aud squeezing the driree, the nag
WAS allowed to do pretty much as il pleased
and was even noticed to occasionally hal
and crop the green heritage along the rosC
side. The married gentleman concluded
very naturally that the parable of the pro
digaI son was being reenacted, the scent
merely chastened down with a few modern
embellishments and the son being adorned
with purple and fine linen. The married
lady thought it was some prodigal daughter
who was just receiving the afFectionate for
giyeueas Of doting old father. They were
both disappointed. As they drove up, III,
objects OF their curiosity we're also disap
potR'ed-to find their delicious billing and
cooling discovered in such an outrageous
manner. "Poicks' are constitutionally of a
fue sensitive nature. They are not Of the
common herd. Their emotions are purer.
holier, lollier than those Of ordinary men.
Whom they love are clothed in oil the airy
hobiliments Of angels, and from the rich
abundance of q luxurant imagination, are
arrayed in the glowing attributes ola fairy
divinity. We will not be guilty of rending
away, with rude hand, the screen that
shields one Of their Immortal number from
the view ola cold and unsympathising world,
as he yields up his romantic homage to an
adored one, surrounded by all the gorgeous
beauty of one of Goods first temples
that is, if he'll promise to refrain from
"fancy locals in future, and endeavor to
con6ne hinnelc ~ truth.
Now for the second disappointment"
On last Friday evening, at about half past
Elk o'clock, a solitary pedestrian might have
been seen issuing from Helm q Keley's res.
taurant, picking his teeth, in the presence Of
some three hundred cigar destroyers scatter.
ed up and down on both sides of the street.
AS he passed Benser's drug store, he noticed
an animated millinery and ladies furnish.
ing shop crossing the street directly in from.
OF him. The gallant Captain, There we've
let the cat out Of the bag, rushed up and
threw his arms above her waist with an an.
gelc smile suffusing his noble countenance.
She didn't seem to appreciate his disinter.
ested favors in the presence of an assembled
and ran away from him, repuls.
ing him in a resolute manner. The solitary
pedestrian trotted after her in languishing
manner, but all to no purpose. She escaped
his public embrace, and doomed to disap.
the disguised jewk" was seen
to turn sadly up a stairway in Mitchell &
Lyndes block, murmuung from Hans Brett.
man