Weekly Trinity journal., 1873-05-10
NUMBER 10.
LOVE W.. AGENTS.

ooh. no, ho," said Miss Abigail Smith
laying down her paper and looking into
the fire, Z" if ever truth was written it is
written right there" meaning the paper,
of course if there's any particular
folks l hate it is agents." You see, Miss
Abigail had been reading that remarka-
bly, good article of Zig's on sewing ma
chine agents. "And," continued Miss
Abigail, I've a right to hate them the
pesky things-yes, and if the good Lord
hadn't have blessed me with so many
amia5le qualities, a good forgiving ma
ture among them, I'd have broken doz-
en- broomsticks over their heads before
now-just for revenge. If i. hadn't been
for them I'd have been happy wife now,
instead of an old maid of forty. Here's
Jane Smith, my cousin, just my age, and
enc of the happiest wives and mothers
living. And well, I'm an old maid
but stay at home, mind my own bust
ness and am content.
Yes, those agents have caused it ALL
| loved a man oncc-yes-and only one
man in my forty years of existence
jackson Hart was his name, but we al
ways called him Jack. He was fine
looking, Industrious, upright man, and
everybody knew what Jack Hart said he
meant. All, me, it has been SO long ago.
Well well, as the poet says:
rriS better to have loved and lost
Than mover to have loved at ALL
Twas just such day as this-twenty
years ago-I was then blooming girl Of
twenty. | met Jack at ball one night,
and rs we stood alone for moment, no
told me he expected to leave our town
the next day, for time--and before hc
left he would like to say that to me which
was nearest his heart. Well, when
man talks that way, looks tenderly in
to your eyes, and gently presses the hand
that rests on his arm, as he did that night,
we generally MiRk they mean business.
told him at what hour he might call
the next morning but, oh, dear, dear
The next morning l began early the task
of braiding my hair-I knew how Jack
liked best to see my hair arranged, and
he was the one | cared to please; but in
vain did try to braid-in the midst of
my work did those agents begin to pour
in, sometimes il was book, the best
thing ever issued sometimes Il picture,
a perfect gem sometimes one thing and
sometimes another At last got out Of
patience, for the hour of Jacks call had
nearly rolled around, and was not yet
ready to receive him SO | said to Bridg-
ct, our new girl, very impatiently--
Don't let us SEQ another one just get
a stick, If necessary, and dofend u.s. Toll
them we are all busy, engaged. I'm ju t
tired of it,
I'm take care, Miss Abigail, not ono
shall get in said Bridget, and she did
take care. She stationed herself behind
the door, and when knock was heard
she bounced out with her stick and not
one entered, so | went on with my braid
ing in peace, At length she camo in
Miss Abigail" she said, "there was
one l could hardly keep out-he said ho
OOutd come in, and when told him you
was engaged he looked real bad Then |
told him to go away or I'd use my stick
on him, and he didn't say another word,
but jst turned and walked off,"
made my toilet at last and waited for
my lover, but he never came, and how
do you suppose felt year afterwards
when received the following:
Miss ABIGAIL SMITH = thank you
for your treatment Of me one year ago
when you had your servant order me
from your homo, and even then threaten
ed to use her stick should | refuse. /
went away believing myself broken heart
ed. | loved you so-but allow me to say
the wound is healed and | am now happy
with another. JACK HART
But if here ain't tear trickling down
my old wrinkled check. Pshaw, men
are all humbugs ! I'll not shed tear
for one of them-yet do you wonder why
| hate agents ?''-Sdt. EUe. Post.