The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1876-07-28

selves scarce before they arrive. What
do you think Of my plant"
Capital you're noble fellow, and
its a pity such genius as yours
should be devoted to dry-saltery.
You'd have made splendid diplo-
matist."
There, that'll do; no soft soap il
you please"
"Do you think your sister will give
her CONSENT
"Oh, Clem'll do any thing to annoy
that wretch Of a soap-boiler; besides
she's head over ears in love with you.
But come, my times precious; take a
pen, write to her, and I'll be the post
man."
Here Jack filed his meerschaum,
helped himself to bottled beer, took
up the "Pickwick Papers" and began
TO smoke like small furnace, while
sat oo"n ""' "'oe a' 'o'o"
"My own adored Clemintina:--Jack
has just proposed an excellent plan
for us to carry out our project at Mrs.
Tubbs picnic on Wednesday. He
will tell you what it is. l know, dear
est, that it is not exactly right to run
away without your papas consent, but
when parent insists upon breaking
the heart OF his only daughter by uni
ting her to soap-boiler-a being
whose sole thoughts may be summed
up in two words-"yellow' and "mot-
tied, rcd-faced, repulslve, unman-
nerly, uDgrammatical individual, with
out an atom Of poetry or sentiment in
his composition, without consulting
her feelings in the matter, the only
course left to us is to do without 1t.
Oh! Clementina, although only two
days it seems an age since have seen
you. AS Romeo says;
"riic. may gaze on thee; would were ay,
On sausy wing l to my Glenn would HE,
And gaze aud safe I'LL wore out mine eyes"
81 have had special license and a
wedding ring wrapped up in Whitley
brown paper, in my left breast coat
pocket. for the last seven weeks. Ex-
cuse these blois; they are not tears,
out INK I'm too Joyful Tor tears; you
~" LII, ~; ~ 'uea VI 'ne NJ a.a.'J" Ia. a."
Hos 90 v;oler,lv that I have met mn.
set the ink bottle over the table and
spoilt brief, and my white waistcoat
Il spoiled win the abominabie COM
P PUN, yaeA .us'i 9,: '' ~; u
inc but exbiIeration What are white
waistcoats and briefs to your Oh. |
Clementina, at this moment Jack |
seems to me to be our good genius; he |
~, o,V'ne' i sS" a nsSy wei, pe Hrou I VI;
and thank him for his Kindness and |
he replied:-'Finish your letter, you |
donkey But it is all his goodness of
heart; sun ne Is growing impatient,
anu anu. '"iom"e 'n'nss a. my neaI' 50 1
Ioov.oIl ,e mo and faar no, ,Loros,,I,
Adieu! my adorable one! Adieu! |
adieul Your own fondly afiectionate
ana eterhaiiy iaithiui CHARLIE.
"Have you really finished said
Jack, as l folded the letter and gave
it to him.
YES, my dear old boy! yes! and
ten thousenf thanks
"Ihen I'm OFT Mt once. Mind! the
day after tomorrow.
Aud shaking my hand warmly. he
hurried away. Wednesday came in
due course, Jack called for me and
we ran down by train to Richmond,
walked up the hill to the park, and
soon discovered our party under a
clump Of trees by the White Lodge.
On seeing us Mrs. Cooperly Tubbs
rose from her seat Immediately, and
received Jack in the most cordial
"Oh, my dear John, I'm so glad
you've come; pray introduce me to
your friend
Jack did the amiable.
"Mr. Charlie Vavasseur, MIS-. Coop
erly Tubbs."
Delighted to make your acquaint-
ance, Mr.. Vavasseur. Any friend of
my dear John Boggles, is welcome
here"
II was currently reported that Mrs.
Tubbs had sinister designs upon Jack
for one of her three daughters, dread
fully awkward, short, chubby. faced