Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1875-07-16
LOVE AND oRrHOGRAPHY.
BY HARRY MOSS.

LOVE AND ORTHOGRAPHY
BY HARRY MOSS.
Charley Carey is young naval Of
ficcr of fair education and fine prom
isc in his profession. Like most o1
his class he is in love, and his sweet
heart, Annie McWorter, is as devot
ed as sweetheart we'll can be. In
fact, no lovers in America could pos
sibly be happier than these two.
But not long ago there came neal
being serious rupture between
them. 1t was all brought on by this
spelling epidemic which has lately
spread over the land.
Charley rather prides himself on
his photographed skill, and Annie
though perhaps shade more diff
dent, has always been ready enough
to declare that she did not go to
school eight winters for nothing and
read the story papers constantly ever
since.
One day this spring Charley receiv-
ed letter from one Of his comrades
at sea, and, being about to pay a Wis
it to his dulcinea, he postponed its
perusal until after reaching her house
While waiting in the parlor he avail
ed himself of the chance to see what
his friend had to say. There was
nothing Of Importance, however, and
he was about placing the missive in
his pocket, when he noticed the word
sepurate in the postscript. 1t struck
him as being incorrect, but Oh the ar
rival of his dear intended the circum
stance was at once forgotten.
AS we have before intimated, these
young people were quite ardently in
love and we shall therefore draw 4
veil over the interview until the time
came for Charley's departure. Then
the mis-spelled word occurred to him
and he remarked:
81 had letter from Robinson this
morning, and how do you suppose hi
spells seloarate?'
81 can't imagine replied Annie
"Perhaps not" said Charley, laugh
ing. "He spells it s-e-p-u-r-a-t-e, sepu
rate"
"It's no doubt mere slip of the
PEN" said Annie. "Anyone would
know how to spell SO simple a word
as that
"IIow do you spell it," asked Char
ley.
"Well, am not in school, now,'
she playfully replied, "and dom
want to go over any of the hard
times used to have there"
"That's a very good excuse" ex
claimed her lover. Maybe you don''
know how"
Annie bridled up little at this
and slowly spelled out s-e-p-i-r-a-t-e
sepirate.
"Well, we'll" laughed Charley
throwing himself on the sofa. "That's
the worst l ever heard. Why, An
ME, you are no better than Robin
son."
"Maybc l am no better than great
many people," she retorted, redden
ing to the roots of her hair, 'but, al
all events, l flattcr myself know
how to spell a few simple words.
"But you missed it on that one
anyway" replied Charley.
"How do spell it yourself, Mr.
Smartness?" exclaimed the young Ia
dy, now thoroughly yexed.
"Why, spell it IN the only way il
can be spelled correctly: S-e-p-e-r-a-t-e
seperate."
$50 that's your way of spelling the
word, is it? Well, my land! You
may be very good hand at splicing
ropes or singing tar, but when il
comes to spelling you certainly ought
to take back seat. Why, you aim
fit to teach primer class!"
eff I amt fit to teach primer
class l didn't have to work every
summer before could go to school
in the winter, like some folks l know
not thousand miles from this sofa.
"You might as well have worked
summer and winter both, as far as
learning anything was concerned
replied the angry miss. "But, as you
seem to have come here this morning
only to insult me, I shall retire from
the room"
So saying she started to leave the
parlor with that indescribable swing
of her skirts which only an injured
female can give, but on reaching the
door she met her father, who was
just coming in to lunch.
"Why, Ann Eliza, what's the mat
ter?" said he; "you look as if you
were going into a fit of the higl
strikes"
"There's nothing the NATTER" said
the irate girl, "except that Charley
thinks he knows it all, and l know
he don't know enough to hoist an
umbrella when it rains"
"Hoity, toity!" exclaimed the ole
gentleman, entering the room. "Set
here, young fellow, what have you
been going and doing to my little
pet? I'll fling you out neck and
heels if you come around here vexine
her."
dts nothing at all, Mr.. McWor
ter" said Charley, deprecatingly
"except that we have disagreed about
the spelling of a word"
81 don't want to hear any more
about it, sir" cried Annie. 81 want