The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1873-03-21
THE LOVES or THE BouN.
GERS.
A Very Pathetic Story.

outcner, VINO wore nat WIN Grape on
il, and had red morocco tops to his boots.
He was also Of noble and aristocratic
mien. and owned a stall ip the market.
he had an uncle in the marine corps,
and bis mother was cross-eyod ; yet not
wi,h.iandiug this, he had connected him
self with a hose company, while his
temperament tended TO the bilious. while
his dog was a doublenoscd terrier with q
weakness for beef aud yellow spot on
his left shoulder. Sam also had a slight
ly bald head, and butchorcd on Tuesdays
and Fridays.
Samuel WAS in love. and with a girl.
While yet in the prime of his manhood.
with all the grace Of youth upon him,
and beef selling for twenty-five cents n
pound for the good pieces, Samuel be
slowed his affections upon fair maiden.
who resided in the dwelling adjoining his
own. Somewhere about twenty sum
mers had shed their soilest carcsses upon
ber bead, and while her education was
all that the most fnstilious could desire,
she still weighed one huudred and sew
enty.6ve pounds on Samuels scales, aud
had ringing, musical laugh that affect
ei you like strain Of music waited on
the midnight air-like glcc club strain
ing itself under window.
Herrair was luxuriant, and black As
Sny night-last Saturday night, for in
stance and she mingled the blitheness
Of the lark with the hearty appetite of
an ostrich.
Such was the ethereal creature to
whoa Ssmuel Bounoer had given his
heart. have said she weighed one hun
dred and seventy-fve pounds. So she
did, all but few ounces, which Sam
made Up by throwing q chop OF two on
the scales. But she WAS not on the wait;
on the contrary, she Nas anxious to he
married at once, and one calm summer
evening. when Sam had come home from
market, she leaned her fair young head
on his shoulder, and would have creased
his coat with pomade, while she told him
how arjsntly che desired their union.
had it not been that lie wore his butch
er's shirt.
Sam tenderly kissed her on her marble
brow, and wiped the dew from the end
Of her lovely nose with bis shirtsleeye.
"You have dressed yourself in your
noblest attire TO meet me. How marvel
ously beautiful you lookl' calculated
sam, in accents OF the tenderest affection.
Eyes, I've got on my new gored dres.
How do you like il, sammy
"Ah. beautiful, beautiful! Aud my
dress, too, is gored, said Sammy, point
ing to the clots of blood upon his sleeve.
A few moments of profound silence
elapsed. The occasion was too solemn
for words. Then said Sallie Jane-for
that was her name; "Oh, Sam, do you
truly love meY"
with my whole heart said sam
''and heart is worth seventeen cents
pound"
"And you love none but meS" she
murmuringly asked.
"Have | not often told you so beforeY"
"Yes, Sammy: but pang will shoot
through my heart sometimes, when
think of the Sleness of you men,"
"But, Salli,. did | not reveal my VOWS
always to be true. The fact that | pos
sess your affection is one Of my chief
delights, although there is an active de-
mand for lights, now the dogcatcher has
Knocked of.
"But perchance some other maiden
more fair than might dazzle you with
her beauty, and rob me OF your love-"
"Believe me, Sallie, / steel myself
against such sirens. No other woman
shall purloin my heart from you listen
to no tale of love from other lips than
yours. Tails bring seventy-fve cents for
soup now, to be sure, but have soup
rene contempt for lucre gained by
treachery.'
"Oh. my dear Samuel" exclaimed
Sallie Jane, as, overcome with her feel.
ings, she bowed her head and wept tears
Of joy.
"Yes. angel of my soul, continued he,
~ can not hide my love. l will marry
you and you alone. I'll wear you next
my heart, as do this piece of rib-bone =
and he snatched a ribbon from her hair,
and stuck il TO his shirt.
"Samuel, | derive hope and consolation
from your words. Kiss me, and mind
you do Mt act as il you were sucking
cider through straw and were pressed
for time"
A few moments elapsed, and not a
sound broke 9fcs the stilly night air,
but a subdued zoso like tearing a piece
of muslin.
"You re one Of the right stripe ex-
claimed Samuel, as he leaned heck in his