The Osceola times., 1873-11-08
A Ten Cent Romance.
tPatent applied for.l

Auo sun was settlnB IN tne west
it generally sets in the east, but this
is to be an original tale when a
young lady, gotten up regardless Of
expense, might have been seen leis-
urely sauntering over the flower
covered prairie toward her fathers
mansion.
Ne might have run as we'll rs
|sapn1n1, bat undue exercise would
have dilSplacod her .chignon, and 50
she sauntered.
She was beautiful specimen Of
her race-the Jones family.
Her gracefully arched neck re-
minded one of the wild gazellc.
Her eyes flashed forth melting
glanccs,
Her carriage was faultless.
1t may be we'll to state that this
young lady's carriage belonged to
her gait.
Ever and anon, as she sauntered
along, she stopped to behold the
flashes of expiring sunset which
glanced thro' the cottonwood trees.
She might have been squirting to
see if Charles was coming to sit up
with her that night, but we prefer
to put it the other way.
The sun at last hid his face in sad
ness behind the hill. twas q good
place for him TO hide.
The mai Sn gathered q flower
here and there, and high above the
angry buzz of the 'vengeful hornet
scared, now and then, q warblc from
some favorite song.
Alas I! Alas The heroine did not
know that just around a little clump
Of bushes there lurked, in all his
horrid war-paint. the savage chief,
Cross-eyed Buffalo Bull Calf who
had asked her moro times than Ho.
race Greely had buttons on his coat,
if she would have him, and had as
many times been scornfully refused.
His eye shone with u baneful
light.
We say eye, for the other had
been lost in religious discussion
with brother chief who was now
out on bail.
As the evening was some warm,
the noble chief was thinly dressed.
He had taken up his position in the
midst ofa mosquito nest, and, be-
tween smiling them out Of coun ten
ance over his shoulder, and watch.
ing his victim, it kept him quito
lively.
The reader will now have~to re-
turn with us to period tour thous-
and years ago, in order to find out
why Miss Jones was meandcring
toward her fathers mansion, and
why Cross Eyed Buffalo. Bull Calf
was scrooching down behind the
bushes to deprive her of her inno-
cent young life.
On second thought we believe
that therS will be no need of il, be
ing assured that our future lucid ex-
PLANTATION will convince the reader
that Miss Jones had no suspicion Of
the cruel fate that awaited her.
However, it will be rs we'll to see
what is transpiring in the house.
In the parlor bedroom there sits
n middle-aged man (heavy shoulders
and symmetrical waist), and ne is
painfully endeavoring to patch up
q torn three-cent shin-plaster. A,
length he rises, and speaking to
himself says:
al wonder where Hannah is 7"
His voice ran through the house,
but alas his Hannah was far away.
That was exactly what allied Han
nah. Taking down bis trusty rife,
the father sailed out, when he be-
held a sight that fairly froze his
blood.
What did he sec /!
Oh! sweet reader, you might be
Jones, q father, the daughter of a
Hannah, Freshman, and take
down your trusty rifle thousand
times DER and still never see the
sight that he beheld.
lie saw his only daughter stand
ing horror-stricken, her eyes glued
tight, as it were ; her hands stretch
ed out as if" TO freeze onto" some
thing that wasn't there new thir.
ty dollar bonnet, perhaps-and that
miserable sneak Of c. E. b. b. Z.
trying TO cut away her hair pins and
false hair, in order to get q better
purchase on her scalp-lock. With q
wild scream Of horror, Mr.. Jones
jumped toward the scene but, alas
again the chieftain lifted our nifty
little piece of calico in his brawny
arms, and skinned away toward q
preeipiee, about two miles off, with
The speed ofan African simoon.
The father pursued, every nerve
qujverng 10 agoay, and bis hot heels
tearing up The prairie aod in . way
that would make . steom gtist-mill
grow red il the facs. -
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