The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-07-18

glisreIIaneons Selections.
| THE TENAClTY OF LOVE.
A Sketch with Particularly Gigantic Moral in i
/ by D. R. Locke.
Abou ben Adhem, the wise magi
clan, does not leave his home il
New Jersey to go off to waterin,
places in the summer, for the reason
that life is uncertain. Should deatI
overtake him where there was any
thing to make life worth preserving
he thinks it would annoy him to q
into TIE dim hereafter. Hence h,
remains in his tent, philosophisins
on life, and making life entirely un
desirable by giving audience to hi!
neighbors who hunger for advice
which, as is the custom of mankind
they 90 to great trouble to get bur
never regard. Bothered as he is
he is kept continually in a frame o.
mind that causes him to regard
death rs a rather pleasant deliverer
One morning in May, just before
the mosquitoes drive all of New
Jersey indoors, a man, dusty and
travel stained, rode up to his hospit-
able door. Abou was sitting outside
his tent, and had been solacing him.
self with the elixer of life. With
great presence of mind he put the
bottle behind Lis chair, before ii
could have been observed, that ex-
peetations which are not to be real.
lied should not be awakened in the
mind of the stranger, and with great
skill assumed the thoughtful expires
sion that is always seen in photo.
graphs of young ministers and law
yers.
"Great Abou," said the stranger,
II want advice"
estate your case," replied Abou,
blandly. "You have come to the
right shop. Advice is my best hold.
AS As an adviser J am equalled by few
81 have a daughter" said the
stranger, "who is passing fair. Her
hair is like silk, her eyes are as blue
as yon arch that bends over us-the
gazelle is not more graceful in move
ment; in shape"
"Cut it short" said Abou impa-
tiently. 81 know all about it. l
have read novels. Your girl is pref
ty / presume. will concede it. To
the point, garrulous man, to the
point"
81 am rich-I am a bloated aris-
tocrat. l have blood, and Keturah
Jane, my daughter, is entitled to
mate with the highest and per-roud-
est. But great Abou, dry goods
clerk-a nameless counter,jumper,
on salary of$5OO a year, has lifted
his presumptuous eyes to Keturah
Jane"
"And she?'
"She lowers herself to him. He
has black hair which he parts in the
has a Broad white fore
head, white teeth, and he wears No.
5 boots, which are always of patent
leather. He brushes his teeth reg
ularly, has always q white shirt
front, and"
"What a tiresome ass thou art, :"
interrupted Abou, impatiently. "By
the bones of the prophet, man, dost
think l know not the fellow! Be
chesm, say at once he is a village
he is a clerk in dry goods
store, a photographer, dancing
master, or writing teacher, or that
he runs a singing school, and shall ]
not know all about him? If you say
10 me my COW is a Durham, must
you go on and tell me of her hair
and horns? Mankind, oh most stu
pid, runs in kinds as do COWS. Say
TO me of a man she is a New York
ward politician" and do ] not at
Once know that he has bottle nose,
4 diamond pin, a prominent abdo-
men, arevolyer q and broken nose,
On face which Is a record of broken
commandments? Say of another.
30, he is member of Congress and
Is popular with the people" and do
not know that he hath perpetual
smile, and that his hand hath two
as if shaking the hand
Of ofanother-the other as If patting a
baby on the head. Doth not nature
and education put their stamp on all
men, which he who runs may read
if he hath eyes? By the dust of my
ancestors You tire me. He is dry
goods clerk-go on"
"Mighty Abou, / bow in dust be-
fore thee. Pardon the stupidity of
your obtuse slave, Truly wisdom
cometh not with money, nor acute
ness with lands and herds. But
Keturah Jane fancieth this man and
will not we'd Jenkins, whom l prefer.
She will hear of no one else but this
dry-goods clerk and because / for
babe him the house and hoisted him
off my front door step with the toe
Of my boot, and set my dogs at him,
and shot at him with q dOuble-ba
relied shot gun, loaded with bird
shot, she mourneth and refuseth to
be comforthed."
"And the man."
'sLike tick sticketh he. The
musquito of our beloved New Jer-
sey is not more persistent. Blud-
geons, shot-guns and bulldogs have
no effect on him. He turks about
my dwelling by day, and makes the
night hideous with serenades.
Abou, ne sings tenor, and
knows but one song, which is "EVer
Of Thee?" Eighty-twO nights in
succession has he sung that song
lnder her window. Life is in con-
q burden to me-"
Listen" said Abou, lighting his
pipe, and fixing the unfortunate
man with his eye. "In the dim