Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1871-03-16

name that viii dub this SfAnGe epiSOoe
of my life. May il serve you o > warn
ing.
citAl"
Upon a certain beautiful day, began the
lovely curly head, l was sitting in my
room meditating upon the shortness OF al
enioyments. At that time | was still
good looking young man, with sx nun
dred dollars salary and several hundreds
worth of debts The former did not
create any pleasure within me. the sum
was so small; the latter, to my shame De
| Il said, did not cause me many Pings !
always thought The following Day wouio
hiring some relief for the errors OF the
nast: but once in while ! got into q
nuandary. So it was on this particular
dav. for nv hostess, Mrs Green, had en-
tered NV sanctuary with serious counte-
nance and reminded me of the flight OF
time and the length Of her patience. AT
that time I was really unable TO Fay her
the sum indie bted, and, therefore, employed
| all nv eloquence to soften the heart OF
the good woman. Luckily, did not find
that heart either of stone or iron, and
managed at last to touch its weak spot
| with my promises for the future.
my son would regret 1t very much,
| too, il you were TO remove, said she,
"but, my heaven, we are forced to live
| from our little income, and that has To suf-
fee for all expenses. ! hope you are not
aggrieved, Mr.. Weller!"
Generously assured her Of my perfect
forgiveness.
"You have undoubtedly been invited TO
4 the r,arty at the Judges house, for next
Tuesday," she added.
"Yes, the servant has just brought me
the invitation.
"And you intend TO gos'
Certainly, l have promised to be
there"
any son has also been invited" said
the old lady, not without joyous pride.
Il do not know has the Judge invited all
his assistants this time, or is it meant as a
special distinction for you and my AL
hertz"
Before could reply, terrible racket
was heard at my door, and the next mo
ment it was thrust Open only to allow my
tailor to walk in. Fearing that the inn
pressions of scene with the knight Of
| the scissors would have damaging effect
upon my cause in my landlady's heart
speedily pocketed my small stock of
money. and, taking the tailor by the arm,
walked with this harsh individual down
the street, succeeding, at last, in persuad-
| ing him to have little patience. The I'M
| usual thoughts which these last two scenes
had engendered in my mind were any
thing but pleasant, and to dispel them I
determined TO take stroll, undecided
whether to visit some friends or perambu-
| late the streets.
Crossing the market-place, my eyes in
voluntarily fell upon two ladies who were
| about TIC enter Hazels confectionery. One
| of the two was old, and rather inclined to
corpulency; but the other, with golden
hair, dark velvety eyes, and dimpled
| checks, was for me the ideal Of beauty.
! Against my better sense, allowed myself
to follow them into the shop. They seated
themselves at one of the small tables, and
ordered chocolate. found vacant place
| opposite them, and ordered ice cream, with
stoicism which will be better appreciated
when tell you that it was terribly cold
day. Every glance that cast at the beau
tiful girl added flame to my already glow
ing heart. Lovely and soft was her voice,
as she spoke to the elder lady, without
doubt her mother l could only catch
snatchcs Of their conversation, but, from
what heard, was convinced that firstly,
they had been in town but two days, and,
secondly, that they intended to be present
at the concert Of the celebrated pianist.
AS they left the store l quickly settled
my bill and followed them. They passed
before the windows of a fancy goods store
and examined the goods displayed. This
caused me to suddenly feel deep interest
for pocket-books and pOrtmanteaus, and to
| cI, Il ~ In ha OF
shop window.
From here the ladies went to music
store, to which place / also directed my
steps, apparently deeply interested in the
mysteries of a Autograph of Schuberth.
glanced through the windows of the es
adjustment and saw the elderly lady buy
two concert tickets. Now, mother and
daughter, quitting the repository of mel
ody, seemed inclined to go shopping; l
would willingly have followed them but a
want TO dog their footsteps. My best line
Of retreat was the music store, which en-.
tered, asking for q ticket TO the concert of
the maestro.
"Will you have an orchestra or balcony
seat ?" said the thin, learned looking man,
who seemed to be the clerk.
"The two ladies who just now bought
two tickets would like to have one addi-
tional one adjoining those they have
bought"
said this with an impudence that was
really admirable.
Red Whiskcrs, who had listened quietly
up to this moment, here exclaimed, And
this lie was the cause of your misfor-
tune"
! No. not this one. This was only the
first stone to the building that, caving in,
was destined to bury me under its ruins.
The music dealer smiled sarcastically as
he handed me the desired ticket. l sup
pose he could see through the fibre of the
lie had told him. Walking home, ex-
perienced some pangs of conscience. felt
within me that man who has neither
paid for the room he occupies, nor the
coat he wears, ought not to spend thus
foolishly his last few dollars; but as it
was an accomplished fact, was heartily
glad Of my foolishness. was joyous as
child, for was to have an opportunity
Of admiring the beautiful stranger at my
} leisure, during the concert. After time,
| ha ;1ao OF r,,cG IN oo thu data ~ tho