The weekly Oskaloosa herald. [volume] (Oskaloosa, Iowa) 1855-1885, 1871-06-22

preparations have trap waiting
and, before we are missed W,
shall be half way to Dover. l say
we'because am going with you
BY the by, dad and the soap boilel
are going to join us in the evening
so we must make ourselves scarce
before they arrive. What do yor
think of my plan?'
Capital Jack, you're a noble
fellow, and it's pity that such g
genius as yours should be devoted to
drysaltery. You'd have made g
splendid diplomatist.'
There, that'lI do no soft soap, il
you please
90, Glen. III do anything to annoy
that wretch of soap-boiler; besides
she's over head and ears in love with
you. But come, my times precious,
take pen, write to her and I'll be
the postman.'
Here Jack filed his meershaum,
helped himself to bottled beer, took
up "The Pickwick papers," and be-
gan to smoke like furnace, while
sat down and wrote as follows:
my Own ADoRED GLEN Jack
has proposed an excellent plan for US
to carry out our project at Mrs.
Tubb's picnic on Wednesday. He
will tell you what it is. / know
dearest, that it is not exactly right to
run away without your papa's con-
sent; but when a parent insists upon
breaking the heart of his only daugh-
ter by uniting her to a soap.boiIer
"a being whose thoughts may be
summed up in two words, yellow
and 'mottled, a redfaced, repuIsive,
unmannerly, ungrammatlcal individ-
uai, without an atom of poetry or
sentiment in his composition-with-
out consulting her feelings in the
matter, the only course left is to do
without it. 0, Clemintina! although
only two days, it seems quite an age
since | have seen you. AS Romeo
says:
Flies may gaze on thee would were fly
On gauzy wings to my Glenn would HE,
And gaze and gaze till wore out mine eye"
Il have had a special license, and
a wedding ring wrapped up in
white brown paper in my left hand
breast coat pocket, for the last seven
weeks. Excuse these blots, they are
not tears but you can form no idea
of the agitation | am in at this mo-
ment. My hand trembles so violent
ly that | have just upset the ink bot
tie over the table, and spoiled
brief; and my white waist coat is
soaked with the abomniable COM
pound. Jack insinuates that it is
drink believe me, darling, it's moth
ing but exhilaration. But what are
white waistcoats and briefs to you
0, Clemintina at this moment Jack
seems to be our good genius; he is a
brother you may well be proud of. l
just now left off to grasp his hand to
thank him for his kindness, and he
replied finish your letter you donk-
ey.' But it's all his goodness Of
head. Still he is growing impatient,
and is throwing things at my head;
so | must bring this note to a con-
clusion. Leave all to us and fear
not for the result. Adieu! my ado
rable one Adieu Your own fondly
and affectionate and eternally faith
full, CHARLIE
Have you really finished p said
Jack, as | folded the letter and gave
it to him.
yes, my dear old boy, yes and
ten thousand thanks =
Then I'm off at once. Mind the
day after tomorrow
And shaking my hand warmly, he
hurried away. Wednesday came of
course. Jack called for me, and we
ran down by train to Richmond,
walked up the hill to the park, and
soon discovered our party, under a
clump Of trees by the White Lodge.
On seeing us, Mrs. Cooperly Tubbs
rose from her seat Immediately, and
received Jack in the most cordial
manner.
0, my dear Mr.. John, Pm so glad
you've come; pray introduce me to
your friend
Jack did the amiable.
MIR. Charles Vavasseur, Mrs.
Cooperly Tubbs.'
Delighted to make your acquaint-
ance, Mr.. Vavasseur. Any friend of
my dear John Boggles is welcome
here"
1t was currently reported that
Mrs. Tubbs had sinister designs
upon Jack for one of her three
daughters dreadfully awkward,
short, chubby-faced girls in blue
silk. | bowed and was then intro
duced to the rest of the party, who
were all strangers to me. There
was Mr.. Swlndleton Sharpe-Jack
said he was a director in a joint
stock company for extracting oil out
of brick bats, or something of the
dind--Sir Pussy Fitznoodle, X. B.,
an Anticipated beau of Mrs. Tubbs';
Mrs. Wellington Pye and her daugh-
ter, Maggie Pye; young Flimsy,
firm Of Flimsy, Kite, Flyer & Co.,
financiers and stockholders, Cop
thall court, great gun in his own
estimation, and perfect tailor's ad-
vertisement. The Misses Jessica,
Julieta, Jemima Tubbs and many
others whose names have slipped
my memory, and last though not
least, there was the dear little girl
herself, looking prettier than ever in
most becoming costume Of white
and green.
my sister, Mr.. Charles Vavas-
seur,' said Jack.
raised my hat, she inclined her
head, and no one imagined either of
us had met before. Looking about
me and taking stock Of my compan,
ions, | noticed that old Sir Pussy
was exceeding attentive to Mrs.
Tubbs. By the by, the Baronet was
an illustration of the triumph of art
over nature. False hair, false teeth,
false whiskers, false complexion, false
everything; a mere living piece of
mosaic to be taken to pieces every
night and put together every morn.
ing.
And, although not wishing to be
cypic, l fancy that the lady was
quite as much made up as the old
gentleman.
Don't be so very ridiculous, Sir
Pussy, you really are the most obi
Gus man l ever knew said Mrs,
Tubbs, giving side way glance at