Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1881-04-14
A MEAN TRICK.

MI had some cake and wine together
and in the unsuspecting ones glass
was poured q small portion of tinct-
ure of assafmtida, which, as every
one knows, smells like con glomera-
ton of onions, bad eggs. decayed
vegetables and host of other things
too numerous to mention.
The prank playing damsels knew
that the unhappy maids Charles Au-
gustus called on Sunday, and they
also knew that while she could not
detect the flavor Of the assafntida in
the fragrant wine, nevertheless it
would produce to heraforesaid Charts
Augustus the impression that she had
been eating onions by the peck.
Poor, pretty little unsuspecting
thing She was radiant when she flew
to the door and admitted the manly
form of the object of her hearts af-
lection; and she did not observe, as
they were locked in close embrace,
as his lips met hers, drawing DIM
pie in the back Of her neck, that a
look of wild, unutterable horror
spread over his lineaments a dusky
pallor.
He cut the embrace short and they
went and took their places on the CO.
sy tete-a-tete in the corner. Then
she noticed that there was q loft,
troubled look in his eyes, and he
shifted about uneasily, as if vaguely
aware that something was the mat
ter, but he couldn't detect the odor,
which resembled day before yester-
days fried onions, and which was lin
gering dreamily around on the soft,
warm air.
dearest" asked she, slyly, what
is the matterF
Nothing, sweetheart, nothing;
that is-nothing,' answered he, as
his gaze flew from one object to an
other.
"Bnt there must be, said she, lean
ing forward. "You are not yourself
tonight. You have something on
your mind. Tell me, darling, and
she tried to gaze into his face, while
he lodged her with a look in his eye
like that Of u wild beast.
My love, you are not WE'LL she
said, anxiously, as she wound her
arm around his neck, and drew his
head about until their faces were
nearly touched. "Wh-h-hat is the
matter 2 and she tenderly sighed her
soul into tears.
$50, great Godfreym he groaned,
as the fatal simeon struck him. you
that is, lam not feeling very
we'll"
"bnt, dearest, you seemed all right
when you came in she persisted, low
ingly, and then she sighed again, and
he jumped like goadcd mule and
kicked over little table.
~ know did, said he. nervouslv
picking up the poker and abstractedlv
putting it in his coat-tail pocket. II
know did. but I'm awful bad now.
I'm afraid I'll have to co." he contin-
ued, as she leaned over toward him
again. Il think am going to have
the yellow fever
Gracious. Charles" she said, .:can
it be that you are i'll ?"
YES" answered he, as he arose
and ran the poker through his hair in
an ill-directed, agitated manner.
"Good-night, darling. Don't kiss me-
he continued, shuddering, 'you might
take the fatal scourge," and he burst
out of the door and disappeared.
The young girl, as she wandered
distressed and musing out of the room
next tackled grutf old ledger, who,
in pretty strong language, convinced
her of the fact that she had been eat
ing onions, and she discovered the
joke by asking the girls who had
played the trick on her, in an agoni-
zing toneof voice, if her breath was
really perceptible. They exploded
with ill-timed levity and then told
her all. She says now she never will
have anything to do with them again
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