The Petroleum Centre daily record. [volume] (Petroleum Center, Pa.) 1868-1873, 1873-04-07

Sunday last was beautiful day over
head-snd many of our male and female
citizens tool advantage Of It to ssretc b their
Leg, land TO breath the fresh snd exhilaratlpg
afr Of the mountains into their lungs, and
to think by themselves, as we oil like to do
souetimes, over old times and old friends
the past, the. present, and the future,
that stretches ber arms before us out into
Infnity. Among these seekers after health,
happiness and pleasure 10 the solitudes
Of nature, were q trio whom we will call Bob
Hunter, Jessie Clute, and Miss Lizzie
Heckatborn, Seated upon massive mon
arch of the forest, on McCrsy Hill, near
John wsddells water pipe line, that had
given way before the winds of high heaven,
and lay PROSTATE upon the Earth from
whence Il started, were these beauties.-
Bob 10 fine looking fellow, and. judging
from the dime novel be twirled with such
elegant grace between his attenuated fn/
gers, something Of q book worm. He h
broad and massive 10 front, and square built
behind, with q natural and easy gait
Clute is narrow and contracted across the
chest, slightly stoop shoudered, and wheez
es little when be breathes, indicating a
consn mptives turn Of mind. His physique
is much below the mediocre OF men, bis
feet, 10 huseness. ont Of all proportion to
bis body, and bis movements generally
awkward aud ungaiuIy, with sinister look
log mug that would not be naturally invit-
log to o stranger. Between them on the log
log, est the almost transparent Lizzie,
child say, over whose chaste and olassic
brew twenty winters has come and g. No
aud left her in the spring time Of matt red
maidbood. In form, however, nature, no
ss general thing does her work well, Il, do
o mistake, bungled her job, and cast L.. zie
10 the wrong msulds for grace and bes' ty
of form. But what seemed to Us del ct,
10 the eyes of our heroes, Bob and Jessie
was all harmony, elegance, grace and di/
vinity itself. So there is no accounting for
taste, for she went sweet sD Bob, and Bob
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recogn ition ofths tenderness existing be/
tween these dear souls, shone eweet-ihe
birds sang .sweet-sud the gentle winds did
slgh through the leailess trees, and make
sweet sad music-in point Of fact, all ma
lure WINS sweet except Clute, and be, not
being 10 harmony with nature, was sour-
$50 the suns beat, with different covers
Ripens the grape, the liquor soare.'
From the radiant face of the maid, and |
he bushes that came and went, tumbling |
over her counisnancs like the shadows OF
April clouds that play hidc and go TO seek |
between the sun aud waving fields of green
{ was not hard to surInise ,ba+ Bob, my
boy, had the ribbons 10 L,zzie's affections.
and that bis gushing words and protes,a/
ions Of devout love. was telling on this
bis maid forloru like the south winds
'That breathe upon q bank Of violets.
Stealing and giving ODER"
But this was not to last always Two IL
ompsny, three is none. Clute, whose hair
vas nicely parted In the middle, and neatly
coIIoped down over the ''dome ofthongh,,'
lad originally coraledrhe maid, and of right.
claimed some Jurisdiction 10 the premises
ae sew with slsrm, the rapid strides which |
Bob was making toward carrying of his
adorable aud be couseq ueotly showed bis
'essh, aud bris.lsd up on Bob. But the
maid decided In Bob's favor, and The last
sseo OF them Bob and the msid--,bey
were bising them into the depths Of the