The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1875-07-09


His first customer was very short and
very bow-legged young man, OF reddish
complexion and rcd HAIR his necktie also
was red and the bosom OF his shirt was
ruilled. He had whlte-blue eyes, no beard,
forced curl TO his hair, ana altogether
his face had about as much expression as
a light-cololed pumpkin-pie.
He was soft-any orN could see that
The little red neck-tie and rutlled shirt
bosom would have 'given him away in
any part of the world, If there had been no
other indication of softness about him.
As he entered the Office the Professor
extended his hand, smiled, and inquired
what he could do for him.
You write po'trv on any thing. don't
your tremblingly inquired the customer.
"Yes, sir" promptly replied the Pro-
fessor. "Any subject you wish--court-
ship, happiness, marriage. death. love, on
snow, flowers, trees, landscapes, sea. grief,
ruin, enemies, friends, and 50 forth aud so
on-any thing you wish. What will you
have IL on:
Il want poum to a girl, and make her
think | did il" replied the customer.
"All right. describe hcr:" said the Pro
fessor, seating himself at the table. paper
before him, pencil in hand.
II can't do it," answered the Young
man 4" want you To DO that"
"Yes, | know; I'll write the poem, M
want something to work on; | don't
know the lady. you know. What is she
like?"
IAN angel" gently murmured the
young man
Yes. Of course she is; but | want 10
know something about her looks, form,
figure"
"she's fat-weighs, guess, about two
ten
Yes, but that Is not exactly good de-
scription TO get up a poem on. | want to
know something about the color of her
eyes and hair, something OF her smile.
teeth, gait. disposition. and such like in
formation
:" can't do IT," replied the young man,
despairngly. IL thought YOU could do
that. | amt 'quainted with her; don't
know the color of her eyes IN hair, nj
never seen her smile, ncr teeth, ner dispo-
siiion. She lives cross the street from
where our folks just moved in, nj set at
one window all day watchin' her when
che comes out. nj thought If you'd write
noriginal p0um N send it TO her with my
name ont n the number of our house,
minte get 'quainred with her.
"Oh, | see." said the Professor; you're
not acquainted with the lady, but you
wish 10 be. and TO further that happy con-
summation. you wish TO send her a little
poem--an expression of your feeling to-
wards her-and, by the way. what Is the
extent OF those feelings; are you smit-
temp
Am | what" exclaimed the young
man.
Are you in love with the lady? ex-
planned the Professor.
II don't know answered the custom
er, looking shcepishly 1T his boots.
AHA, you rogue you. see how ii is
said the Professor. ..I'll see what | can
do for you and turning to the table he
Immediately became inspired, and began
his work on the poem.
After working away for about ten min
utes, he wheeled around his chair, and
with satisfied air and the remark 10 his
customer, HOws this." commenced
reading the following:
TO NY LOVE.
My love is an angel, I'm sure Of that,
Although for an angel she's somewhat fat.
It's ystery TO me she does not fly
AID make her home up in the sky.
Perhaps she's on this earth an abider
Till the gates Of heaven can be made wider;
For she's rather above the angelic size,
And somewhat betty to float through the skies.
The laws of gravity may keep her down,
OR some other laws to us unknown
May chain the beauty TO this mundane sphere;
But shall love her while she stays here
Could the eloquence command
That her bright beauties do demand,
I'd sing n melting tale Of love,
'Twould charm the angels up above,
No. 4s7k BENEFIT Street.
SLOWS that?" inquired the Professor,
at the conclusion.
The young man was speeches.. With
one hand he reached for the poem and
placed IL in an inside pocket near his heart ;
with the other he handed his purse To the
Professor who took his pay-two-fiity-
from Ii and returned 1t.
| Pike left the office. rushed home and in
to his room. threw half bottle of twenty
cent perfumery On the poem, rushed out
on the street again, hired boy to take the
poem TO the house ever the way. and then
returned home and took seat by the front
window to wait and watch.
He saw the boy deliver The poem, and
three minutes later the loved one coming
across the street.
He was somewhat surprised, as she was
bareheaded, had on an old loose dress
and her arms were rolled up In her apron
She rang the bell, and his mother answer
ed Ii.
docs any one live here by the name Of
o. Romulus Pike, mum?'
yes; my son."
AN PLACE can see himl"
Certainly. Rommy."
"Yes, mar"
"A woman at the door to see you
Yes. mar - and taking one more looL
at himself in the glass, he went to the
door.
lis this Pikegr inquired the woman, al
she scornfully eyed the little fellow.
yes"
AN did yez sind this insultin' stuff "a
me, We crooked-legged bantyY'
20, don't call II insultin'," cried Rom
illus, tears coming to his eyes I" mean
It,"
"You do name it. do YEP" said the fat
woman. as she reached In and lifted him
of the floor by the hair. " An We dirty