Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1873-11-13
NO. 27O.
For the Journal.
GEORGE P. MORTON.

George P. Morton was thinking Now
would not for moment have you sup
pose it was such very unusual thing for
George p. Morton to think, as to make the
fact worthy of particular attention. Moth
ing OF the sort. for, take it all in all, G. p.
M. was very thoughtful person. He
thought deeply whenever he carefully
brushed his flaxen locks. He meditated
profoundly whenever he encased his grace
tul neither extremities in the exqnisitely
fitting pantaloons which he always affected.
He habitually pondered over his gloves,
boots and necktes. No reader, what
ever was said derogatory to the strict vir-
tue and moral integrity Of his character,
no envious defamer ever dared assert that
&. p. Morton was a thoughtless individ-
ual.
At the time of which write, George p
M. was, (if may be allowed a perfectly
original remark, in the full vigor of early
manhood. He had splendid teeth, fine
eyes, and a figure. also moustache in
which might or might not, as
tonish the natives at later stage of de-
velopment. He was in good health, good
business, and last but not by any means
least, he was in love.
One word before we proceed with the
narrowing details which make up this
story, in regard to the young lady of G.
?. Ms. ardent affection. In the first place
she was his cousin. In the second she had
pretty face and eyes, not ordinary eyes,
such as are possessed in genteel sufficiency
by most of the genus homo, but remarka-
bly, pretty brown orbs. laughing, languish-
ing, loving, in short all the ings eyes are
capable Of
To be sure when George p. first heard
that Miss Nellie Reynolds, his cousin, was
intending to honor the family with visit,
he INDUCED in no extravagant demonstra-
tions of either joy or sorrow. Yet he
could not think without emotion of their
last parting some twelve years previous,
when fate in the form OF memorable paS
rents had torn her from his arms in the
very midst of an exciting scene of boyish
Nellie in the agony induced by the ap-
separation, had unburdened her
heart to him and confessed sins enough to
make her very Jonah among juveniles.
He had forgiven her fully and freely, for
given apples stolen. firearms appropriate
ed, tin horses dismembered, even over
looked the memory of the frequent DEM
onstrations of his mothers belief in corpo-
real punishment, suffered at her instiga-
ton.
GeorgeP. Morton dreaded the meeting,
after such parting. He felt that he re-
tanned no affection for the little brown
gipsey with funny eyes, that thad
loved and rode away that summer day.
He wondered if she would presume upon
their childish familiarity, as he put his
shapely foot into shining boot, prepara-
tory to attending his sister Henrietta to
the station, where they were to meet Miss
Nellie Reynolds.
He hoped she wouldn't kiss him before
the fellows, as he calmly fastened his
latest unmentionables with neatness, dis
patch and buttons.
He really wished he knew if Nellie ad-
mired blondes in blue, as he tied on Il
cerulian necktie, and hoped she wouldn't
be gushing.
George p. Morton's fears folded them
selves up like so many arabs, and stole
silently away, as Miss Nellie Reynolds
stepped from the car platform, and plant
ed her divine foot on his most sensitive
corn. And with scarce q word or look at
him, beamed on Henrietta with her Won
derful eyes, kissed Henrietta with her rosy
lips, squeezed Henrietta with her plump
hand, and in short, greeted Henrietta as
G. P. M. would have died to be greeted.
When Miss Nellie had somewhat re-
covered from her first delight at seeing
Henrietta, she told George p. he had
grown, and wanted to know if his hair
wasn't lighter than it used to be. G. p.
M. could not but regard the question as
an insult, yet his anger was swallowed
up in admiration as he gaZed on Miss
Reynolds.
Like all men, our hero raved over sweet
and worshiped style, preached
about quiet, sensible women and never
looked at them.
So with Nellie by his side, Nellie in ruff
fles. puffles. bustles, beads and bends,
Nellie one indescribable mass of fuss and
feathers the overlooked sights and in
suits and blindly rode to his destruction.
After this painful DEPRESSION, it is with
pleasure l return to where l started, and
once more remark, George P. Morton was
thinking.
Nellie had been daily with him month,
and the time of her departure drew near.
Nellie the divine had kissed him with
cousenly lips. Nellie the adorable had
smiled sweetly, as he had squeezed her
hand with cousenly devotion. Nellie had
made eyes at him freely, from under her
long lashes, but had given him no chance
to tell her how b!indly he worshiped, how
passionately he loved her; she would go
away, the words would remain unspoken,
he would waste away slowly, and die at
last like an autumn grasshopper iu the
winter of his discomfort.
1t was to avoid such an uncomfortable
demise. it was in hopes to obtain mole
appropriate finish to his mortal career that,
after thinking nearly an hour and half
you may remember that have before
George p. Morton was thinking
he went in person to the committee of
Fair, soon to be held in his native town.
for the laudable purpose of sending the
gospel to Greenland's icy mountains, and
begged to be put, with his beloved cousin,
to the laborious task of soliciting contri-
buttons.
His prayer was heard, his request grant
ed, he and the fair Nellie were appointed
beggars for district No. 5, in the town OF
B.
Result of George P. Morton's thinking.
He and Nellie packed in the narrowest
o1.,;rh 20 bo had for Iowa or money ullt-