The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1873-03-14
1ze Loues Of the Bouncers.
VERY PATHETIC TALE

and his mother was cross-eyed Sc' ito'-
withstanding this, he had connec'eu MINI
self with hose company NO. U, While ms
tempsrament tended to the bilious, and
his dog was double-nose te rrier with a
weakness for beef, and yellow spot on his
left shoulder. Sam also had a slightly bald
head. and butchered on Tuesdays and Fri
days.
Samuel was in love. And with a girl.
While vet in the prime of his manhood,
with all the grace of youth upon him, and
beef selling at twenty-five cents a pound
for the good pieces Samuel bestowed his
affections upon a fair maiden, who resided
in the dwelling adjoining his own. Some
where about twenty summers had shed
their softest caresses upon her head, and
while her education was all the most fastI-
dious could desire, she still weighed one
hundred and seventy-fve pounds on sam
ueI's scales, and had ringing, musical
laugh, that affected you like a strain of
music waited on the midnight air--say
like glee club straining itself under your
window.
Her hair was luxurious and black as any
night you ever saw-say night before last,
for instance-and she mingled the bithe-
ness of the lark with the hearty appetite OF
an ostrich.
Such was the ethereal creature to whom
Samuel Bouncer had given his heart. |
have said she weighed one hundred and
seventy-fiye pounds. So she did, all but 4
few ounces, which Sam made up by throw
Il, D. +rl,,
was not on the wait. On the contrary, sue
was anxious to be 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 ardently she desired their |
union, had it not been that lie had on his /
butchers shirt.
Sam tenderly kissed her on her marble F.
brow, and wiped the dew from the end of
her nose with his shirt sleeve.
$50 you have dressed yourself in your
noblest attire to meet me. How marvel
ously beautiful you loollr' calculated Sam,
in accents of tenderest affection.
Eyes, I've got on my new sorcd dress.
How do you like it, Sammie ?''
"Ahl beautiful beautiful And my
dress, too, is gored," said Sammie, point
ing to the clots Of blood upon his shirt.
A few moments Of profound silence
elapsed The occasion was too solemn for
words Then she said, Sallie Jane was her
name, she said
80, Sam do you truly love me ?"
"With my whole heart" said Sam, ''and
heart now is worth seventeen cents"
And you love none but me? ?' she
asked, murmuringly.
'sHave l not often told you SO before ?''
Eyes, Samme but pang viii shoot
through my heart sometimes, when think
of the fickIeness of man"
"But, SaIlie, did l not reveal my vow
always to be true? The fact that | possess
your affection is one of my chief delights,
although there is an active demand for
lights now, since the dog g-catcher knocked
off"
''But perchance some other maiden, more
fair than l. might dazzle you with her
beauty and rob me of your love"
'Believe me, Sallie, l steel myself
against such syrens. No other woman
shall purloin my heart from you l listen
to no tale of love from other lips than
yours. Tails bring seventy-five cents now
for soup, to be sure, but have soup-reme
contempt for lucre gained by treachery''
80, Samuel exclaimed Sallie Jane, as,
overcome by her feelings, she bowed her
head and wept tears Of joy.
Yes, angel of my soul, continued he,
81 cannot hide my love. 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 it to his shirt.
Samuel derive hope and consolation
from YOUR words. Kiss me, and mind you
don't act as if you were sucking cider thro'
straw, and were pressed for time
A few moments elapsed. and no sound
broke upon the Silly night air but sub
dued noise, like tearing piece of muslin.
''You're one of the right stripe" ex-
claimed Samuel, as he leaned back i'll his
chair. I'D chop my head off for you,
would, upon my sacred honor as butch
err
80 Samuel, that you would always love
mo thus answered Salie.
Love you? Our love is something
more than human it is destined to i'm
more tallow-ty. l have too much at steak
to cast you idly by. have, OF I'm Dutch.
man. That's So
'sAnd when shall we be married, Sam
mie?' said Sallic Jane, taking pin out o
her dress-belt so that Sam, the afTectionat,
young butcher, should not lacerate his fin
gers. 'When shall we stand at Hymen'l
altar and plight our VOWS -
'.Stand at which, and do how - ex
claimed Samuel, for he was defective in h
heathen mythology, although he couiC
dress beef inside Of half an hour.
when shall we be married, Sammie