Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1869-10-14
The Danger Of Scribbling
Poetry on Wrapping
Paper

A well known dry goods estab--
llshment on State street was the
scene of an extremely comical in
cident a day or two since: It ap--
pears that one Of thu statesmen
quite recently welded the idol of
his heart, and consequently his
mind is greatly absorbed in the
contemplation of his Happiness.
Like another Orlando, he loves
bis Rosalind 80 well that the se--
cret of his passion will not abide
with him, and he must e'er con-
6de it to his surroundings. But,
instead of carving the poetical
effusions of his love-sick heart on
the trees Of the forest, he has been
wont to impartthemto to little scraps
of paper, on which, during his leis-
ure moments, he would pencil such
tender things as
Two souls with but single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one
Or such passionate things as
''To thee I've bresthed my bosom vows.
I've poured It's fondest sigh;
Pse sworn by thine own lovely brow
Tolige, OF for thee die.p
Or such loving thiugs as
The treasures of the deep arc not so pre-
cious
As are the conceal'd comforts Of man
Locked up in wonans love-
Scraps Of paper thus seribbled
upon always covered the counter
and shelves in The vicirity where
our ardent Benedict measured
silks and fine linens, and were
the source of no little amusement
to the rest of the store employees.
On Saturday afternoon last.
while the establishment was
crowded with customers, and ey-
was so busy that Orlando
did not find sufficient time to even
indite a single line to his most
adored, an excited individual,
with his cravat eskew, his hair
dishevelled, and a desire for blood
visible in each line of his couu-
tenance, rushed into the place and
struck an attitude of defiance in
the middle of the floor. In his
uplifted right hand he held rag
ment of brown wrapping paper,
and, after cutting pigeon-wing or
two, he rushed frantically toward
our poetic acquaintance and thrust
the paper in his face, with the re.
mark, "Did you write that?' The
young salesman glanced at the ON
lnous paper, and, with faint and
sickly smile, acknowledged that it.
was his scribbling
"Well, sir, read it 4; | want your
20 know what sort of a
nan they have got in their store.
Read it aloud, I say"
Everybody in the establishment
lad now congregated about the
wo men, and the young man, as
hidden, read
Come in the evening. or come m the morn
ing.
'ome when you're looked for, or come with
out warning.
Ii ,ses and welcome shall be there before
you,
md the oftener you come here the moro I'll
adore you"
"There, sir" continued the ex-
tied intruder; show dare you give
uch stuff to my wife; my wife,
Vhom I adore? You wretch and
sl's, that he reached for the hair
I the ret. His intention was
ntertered WIZ. however, and as
oon as the young gen..-..an had
onquered his confusion he -sns
nto an explanation, which, in the
nd, proved satisfactory. 1t ap-
ears that the effusion, intended
o convey the feeling he entertain
d for his own wife, had accident
Hy been wrapped up with the dress
'attern of the irate husbands
wife, and on opening the package
t the house, it dropped on the
loor.
The contents were greedily de-
'oured by the somewhat jealous
lusband, and the wife was taken
o task. She, Of course, denied all
knowledge Of the matter, and his
wrath turned upon the perpetrator.
I is, perhaps, needless to say that
poetic scribbling is henceforth ta-.
'Oed in that establishment.
a man af Hnnno.l.f. Iii