Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1876-09-13
A LOVE CHASE.

will not begin at the beginning
and describe how, in my bOyish days,
| sported with Miss Cilly Busse. /
will not describe how we used to romp
together, go to dancing school togeth-
er, and reciprocate in all those little
innocent endearmentS usual between
children of nearly the same age and
opposite sexes.
When had just left college, and
not yet recovered my plying dismay
at the small regard which the world
in general paid to classics, moral
philosophy and metaphysics; when the
first faint visions of mustache came
over my mind, and l daily examined
with solicitude the soft down of my
upper lip; when | enjoyed the novel
exctement, and knew not of the ag-
onies of shaving; in those happy days
| renewed my intimacy with Miss Cilly
BuSSe.
Her mother and elder sister kept a
small girls school, in which Miss Cilly
was a sort of supernumary-tha is,
she attended the wardrobes, general
department, and occasionally the
moral principles of the pupils, and
took any class which happened to be
without regular instruction.
By degrees | began to regard the
grim-looking house in which the
Buses lived with very friendly feel
ings.
To those who approached it in the
morning with books in hand, and a
fearful weight of unlearned lessons on
their minds. it seemed to cause a chill,
like the first aspect of a dungeon; but
to me the dull brick walls appeared to
inclose garden of Academus. No
wonder that | went there often. There
| would find Miss Harmonic Busse en-
gagged in tie perusal of some formid-
able treatise on education. OF course,
| never disturbed her. There would
be Mrs. Busse, reading some ponder
Gus work, by whose means she could
satisfactorily disturb the minds of all
her friends and relatives. | never
tried to distract her mind from so
agreeable an occupation. But there
would be Cilly, sitting in a deep win
dow seat that would just hold two, and
looking sweetly with her little feet
tucked under her, and her soft little
hands engaged in some inscrutable
piece of feminine employment. twas
but natural that l should take the
other half of the window, and that, so
cut off from everybody else, we should
grow extremely confidential. We used
TO talk about everything about poetry,
about our neighbOrs, about the flowers,
about the stars and about ourselves. |
enjoyed the conversations extremely.
Sometimes we were left alone in the
room, but that used to make no differ
ence, until one evening, when the col
loquy took turn which startled, dis
mayed and COMPOUNDED me. l believe
We were talking about the stars; Miss
Cilly was speaking as she generally did.
She pointed out to my admiring gaze
the evening star-the star of love.
From thence we depressed to the affec-
tons. Miss Cilly's ideas of love were
OF the loftiest character. She could
surrender all. endure all, accomplish
all things, for the object of her love.
II loved. she desired no other bliss: if
scorned, she sighed out that she would
carry her love into the grave.
She knew that she could never
AbNt UlpIt Iildil Ollt-Iltl ulSl 1--we
would be her last. She could not
believe in the possibility Of any mar
rlage other than one of Affection
money-poor dross, what was it that
1t should like the place of the only
thing which could render existence
happy: These ideas We're not pre-
cisely original, but being very earnest
~ and tenderl! expressed, they
touched me extremely. Then Miss
tllly began TO be inquisitive as to my
experience in the tender passion. She
insisted that | had been in love, and
was determined to know the object of
my affections. Being nervous and
bashful man. the state Ito which a
quarter of an hours cross-examina-
ton reduced me can, perhaps, be i'm
aglned-I know of no writer who could
depict it. After having obtained thor
ough and complete information as to
the substance of every conversation |
had held with any young woman in the
town during the last month. Miss Gil
" began TO draw deductions. This
Was the climax TO my agony. and