American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1872-05-18
Miscellany.
A Love Story W ithOut any Nonsense.

ONCE upon time there was a fair youn
maiden, whose name was Mary, althoug
they called her Moll, for short Sh
wasn't tall, dark-eyed maiden, with clear
and cheeks suffused with bushes. Sh
didn't have glossy black hair, sweeping
back in wavy tresses from her queenl
brow, and her form wasn't a bit lik
Hebe's. No, there was none of thos
things-on the contrary, she was shor
and thin, and had red hair and 'freckles
and she also sported snaggle teeth an
wore pads, but still she was right mic
girl, and there was young man who fel
in love with her, and his name was Bill
although his friends called him William
when they wanted to hurt his feelings 10
he didn't like it much. He wasn't fin,
looking, and had neither curly brown
hair nor moustache- Not much. Bill
laid himself out on soap locks. and wore
goatee that he had dyed twice a week.
Now this Bill was in love with Mary
but did he go and make deliberated asl
of himself? Did he, 1 say, go into {
grove with her, and in the soft moonlight
by the steamlet that murmured sweetly
by, and with the tender zephyrs singing
through the foliage, fall down on hi.
knees, seize her jeweled hand and breath.
his deep affection in the tender accent o.
fond attachment, and ''swear, by yoI
bright orb above us, always to be thine p
Did he, says You can just bet HI
didn't. You can lay out~your whole
revenue safely on that. William knew
too much about the price of pants to &C
Hopping around on the wet grass with hi.
anything about streamlets or any kind OF
cold water, except to mix with his gin
No, sir, it was exceedingly strange, but
this infatuated William met her at the
alley gate, and he stood right up on
his old legs and says "Say, Mol, old gal
spOsen we get hitched?"
But how did Mary behave? Did she
go dropping to sleep over on the bricks
in dead faint, or did she hide her gentle
head on his shirt bosom to conceal her
bushes? No, she didn't, and she didn't
William - Oh, my, no. She looked
right in his yellow eyes, and says: " I'm
in, Billy; I'm the gal for these sort OF
things. Go in ~ and instead of referring
him to her father, she only said "Won't
the old man bust right out when you tell
him? Ha ha p and she laughed: But
ffsef fond father. No, no. She very wick
eddy advised him to "poke the old man
in the nose if he gave him any of his lip
She was a funny girl, this Mary.
Now, the old man wasn't wealthy, for
didn't think Bill was nOsing around after
his stamps SO when Bill asked him, he
neither ordered him fiercely away nor did
the dewy moisture gather in his eagle-eye
as he passed his hem-stitched up there and
said: BLESS you, my children, bless
you !" Oh, no, nothing of the sort. He
just blew his old red nose in his bandanna
and told Bill to take her along, for he was
glad to get rid of her, he was, and William
would be the same mighty soon, for she
was awful rough on victuals, and always
broke plates when she got mad.
So, you see, there was no necessity for
William to come at midnight's solemn
hour, in cab, and throw a rope-ladder
up to her window, and whistle three
times on his fingers, and then go up,
hand over hand, and bring her down in
one hand and her trunk in the other, and
a handbook and an umbrella under each
arm, and a whole lot of bundles, and then
get into the cab and fly to some distant
shore. That's the way it would have
been in novel; but Bill said he wasn't
on that lay, and SO he just went ont in
the yard, and out of pure joy he skin
ned the cat three or four times on the
grapevine arbor, and then went and got
into his butcher-cart and drove Mary
right down to the magistrate to get the
job done for quarter-for he said he
was some on low prices, he was.
But the very queerest thing of all was,
that Bill had no tall, dark, ruffianly rival,
with scowling visage and black whisk-
and hOrse-pistol in each hand, and
muttered curse upon his lips, and cried
wildly for revenge" Ha! hal and said
Death" and Villain, thou diestp' Not
any. There was another fellow in love
with Mollie, to be sure, but he was
young man, who had sandy
hair and wore spectacles and a choker
collar, and always looked scared when
you hollered at him. So, when he saw
that Bill had the best of the girls affec-
tiOns, he looked all serene, and said: go
in, Billy, if you banker for her." and as
Billy was trif1e on the banker, he sailed
right in.
SO William, you see, had no trouble at
all-and you couldn't get up an agonizing
novel about him if you tried. He didn't |
have any urgent business that called him |
to foreign land, and so have to bid her |
a fond gOOd-by, and swear always to be |
true, and then go away and forget her,
and fall in love with a dark eyed Italian |
girl, picking grapes in a vineyard, with |
q square towel folded on her head, while |
his forgotten and forsaken Mary gradually |
faded and pinned away, and baffied the |
skill, and grew paler, and at |
last, when the June roses were in bloom,
lying gently down to die, while through |
The open window floated in the balmy
odor of jessamine and hOneysuckle And |
William didn't come home at last, and |
filed with deathless remOrse go daily to
he sweet cemetery and strew flowers on
her grave, and teach her children to lisp
her name. Not at all. That is the way
Mrs. L. ID. E. N. Southworth would have
lone it, but she wasn't round Billy was
, butcher who wore white shirt and
shiny hat, and he stayed at home and
killed beef and sold it at big price, and
stuck to Mary, and she kept healthy and
wasn't much on the pine, or the fade
while if any fellows gotto lurking around,
William went right out and batted them
n the eye, he did.
And then, at last, when all was over,
Nary didn't sit in the room while they
Iressed her in white, and mixed orange
blossoms in her water fall, and then go
emily downstairs with six bridesmaids
t her heels, and stand up with her Will
lam, and weep gently while she was
eing married by the minister, and then
ct lots of presents, and then go to her
ew house and live all through the happy
ears with Billy and never know sorrow
r trouble any more. Why, of course she
idn't, for it wasn't her style, you see.
She just rushed up stairs and put on her
ink muslin and her sun bonnet, and had
airy bridesmaid and went to the magis-
rates and never wept particle, and got
% presents but fifteen cents from the old