The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1869-01-15
Hsss They Do 70 at Fairs.

i A Kentuckian relates his experience Mt
Chicago fair rs follows. 1t Is pretty
much the experience Of every one at
those conventicles everywhere:
I dropped into fair held for the benc-
fit of some confounded society or other.
I thought would cxpend dollar or two,
and see what was going on. SO | bought
myself ticket and slid In. I went to q
table where refreshments were sold, and
called for some oysters, chicken salad,
and coffee. A beautiful siren with big
black eyes, little white hands, and most
bewitching mouth. spread the edlbles be-
fore me. I don't know how II was, but
felt q strong affinity toward that minis
tering angel at once. While eating and
drinking, and devourlng her with mine
eyes in the meantime, we struck up .
scattering conversation. At last arose
and handed her q flve-dollar bill. She
put It In a little box, and forgot to give
me any change, bnt lnst'ad thereof o
sweet smile unto me saying: "Are you
stranger to ChicagoT Eyes, Madam, l
am from Kentucky" "Is II possibler l
I am Kentuckian Also" "Ah! knew
It," The reply was whispered, but 1t pro-
uuCcu u IutIt u utoOpiuk w thS
beautiful eyelashes, and a gratificd smile.
"Would you like to walk arrund the
room and look over our fancy articlesy'
quoth the siren. "If you will show me-
Guoth the spOoney. She took my arm.
murmured, ave are not strangers, you
know" Goaway, Grant, with your pres
ldency. would not change places with
| ,,n,, tIts ,,,t,,,ta NAr ,,,tth (,nIfax xybn
was married this morning. Go away
jaskscrews, you can't raise me any high
er. We wandered through that room.
talklng-sweetly talking, Of things that
had been. Of things that were, and OF
things that might be. Pretty soon we
came to silver tea-sct that was to be raf-
fed of. Would take q chance. or
course I would. Then wonderful cake,
with valuable ring concealed In IL, ap-
pealed to the cupldlty OF the chance-tak IL
ers. I was persuaded to take q chance In
the cake. And so things glidcd on until
I concluded that if took many more
chances my chances for getting home
would be rather slim. SO refused to
tempt fortune any further. Anon cost
ly workbox, met our eyes, but l bravely
resisted all appeals, until the little black
eyed scoundrel took me Oh q new tack.
Leaning heavily on my arm, aud abso-
lutcly resting her cheek on my shoulder,
with those wicked eyes and that silvery
tongue she said: "Won't you take a
chance for mep" Oh, well, folks preach
about the fall Of Adam, but never blam-
ed him. though don't think the old fel-
Tow had half the excuse had. needn't
tell you that l took that chance, and kept
on taking chances for the unprincipled
and beautiful wretch shat had me In tow
until had not dollar left. Yes / was
penniless, and then Il began to dawn on
me that the young lady was working for
the success of the Fair, and that j had
made a first-class fool of myself, as usual.
There was bankrupt In money and In
reputation. In self-respect. l had been
rObbed--yes, robbed. For where Is the
difference between a pair OF Derringers
and pair OF black eyes In robbery!
You part with your money because you
can't help 1t. know that society looks
with lenient eyes upon these female guer-
rillas who haunt these charitable fairs,
but It Is my opinion. when all the. robbers
come to take their final trial and receive
their final sentence. that little Chicago
robber will take her place by the side OF
Jack Sheppard.