The star. (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1874-1875, 1875-02-23
LET'S MAKE LUR AGAIN.

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LET'S MAKE LUB AGAIN.
HOW MR.. sNEAD'S. CoURTsHIP ENDED.
1t was one of those gloomy, cheerless
nights in the bleak month of December,
when the rain and hail pelted ON the
frozen ground without and party OF
merry travellers. of all classes, were
gathered around huge blazing lire of
small tavern in the village of Glover Hill,
relating tales of the ocean, hobgOb-
lin stories, etc. One of the company
was small, thick-set man, with q
sandy head Of hair, more resembling
a mammoth mop than aught else as
it stuck out in stiff, uncouth lunches from
his head, and hanging in every imagina-
BILE direction except that in which it was
intended by nature: twisted around his
neck, which was minus a collar, was a
red cotton handkerchief, and his tout en-
semble was uncouth and ludicrous in the
extreme. He looked around upon the
party with a shy, Quizzical expression of
countenance, as he was asked to tell a
story.
"a story you want, is it?" he said.
"W ell. here goes;" and after a prepara-
tory "ahemW he commenced:
"Well, yhu must all know that l was
once in love. You may all laugh, but it
is as true as this mug of beer is upon the
table. Many worse-looking chap than
/ has had his heart-strlngs played upon
by the fair sex, and ut last surrendered
his weather-beaten features to their fin
cry; and many men often get served in a
similar manner as myself TOR the audac-
ity in making love to the little witches,
tor I tell you they slip through your
do fhnrn
such thing as calling any of them yours
ii iint, tn .n1 pars6ri tells tells you she Is your
wife. for better or for worse; and, CON-
rades. YOU often find them deal worse
than you took them torW
"Ha, ha, hap rang out from the crowd,
as he delivered himself of this last re.
mark. "But how were you treated by
YOUR fair dulcineaW asked one. "COme,
tell us of your courting."
"That is what.I am going to do, If you
will give fellow time;" and, draining
his mug, he continued:
II was once on visit to the town oi
Dennisville. While sojourning there !
was invited to party, and, after no lit.
tie trouble, my toilette was at last COM
pleted, and l started for the scene OF
merriment. 1 arrived after the dancing
had commenced, but | soon had part
ner and was tripping away Oh the light
fantastic toe to the strains of 'The Girl
| Left Behind Me- But, bless your soul,
| was not thinking Of the girl l left be-
crossed with the girl had with me. In
deed, she was little gypsy, just the kind
of one who is going to steal your heart
if she can get a chance. ! can see her
now, as she tripped SO lightly across the
room, in her white dress and blue bod
ice, her little half-pouting lips looking
for all the world as if they were just
ready for kiss; and l tell you it was
hard work not to take them at their
looks and imprint upon them dozen
kisses, but 1 did not do it. You needn't
pucker up your.mouths as ii you would
like to have tasted the nectar Of those
lips. No, no; l had too much sense for
that, as knew very well she would not
real lady. Well, 1 danced with her ev-
ery set, and returned home without a
heart. She had stolen mine, and the
worst of it was l was not sure that l had
hers in return, although she did give me
some sly loving looks when the old folks
were not watching us too narrowly. So
things went on, and l had limited a
dozen times that loved her, but she
never admitted she understood all my
signs and love glances, and would look
at me as much as to say, "What do you
mean?" but l could not master courage
sufficient to tell her what l meant. One
day l wrote her little billet dou1 on
sweetly perfumed paper, couleur de rose,
informing her that l was coming in the
afternoon to see her on business Of i'm.
portance, and wished 10 see her alone.
At the appointed time, true to my word,
I tad
dwelling. 1t was opened by an odd
specimen of the children OF Africa, who
grinned at me as she replied that her
missus was at home.
"What are you laughing at, you rar0
avis?' said l, seeing the girl putting her
apron in her mouth to prevent herself
from laughing out; "you have not grain
of sense"
"Oh, | isn't lafin' at muffin much, only
it be SO funny can't help it. He! he
hep she giggled right out.
Ipaid no further attention to her, but
entered the parlor, where sat turning
in my mind hoW should begin the SUBJ
ject nearest my heart. In few moments
the young lady entered, looking prettiel
than usual, and endeavored to converse
only knows what besides, but still moth
ing would do, and made up my mind te
come right out with it; and confess tC
her my love, and ask her to become Mrs
Jeremiah Snead, but somehow or other
the words would not come out, but stuck
in my throat. knew shewas expecting
me to say something, by the manner IL
which she looked at me, as much as t(
ask me what came for. took hel
hand in mine, and was about TO impair
all my love to her, when the little rogue
jumped up, saying she would 60 anf
summon lights to be brought in, as i
was growing so dark, and letting the
window curtain fall she hurried from
the apartment, soon returning and occu
lpying her former seat.
continued to pour into her ear the
greatest quantity of love you can imag
Inc, calling her my angel, my hearts
idol, and all such stuff, which l really
meant, for was desperately in love witt
the maiden. She did het reply, and l.
taking il for granted that silence gives
consent, continued my supplications fol
her hand and heart, declaring would
either drown or shoot myself If she re
fused me. l became desperate, and fall
ing on my knees, kissed her hand ovel
and over again, promising to be every
thing to her thatya husband could be i
she would only be mine. She sobbeC
loudly, and took it for granted she ha(
made up her mind to leave father ant
mother and become my loving wife, Mrs
Jeremiah Snead.
I seized her in nv arm and kissed The