The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1881-04-13
EATING ONIONS.
How Adverse Winds Blew Across the Path
OF True Love.
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Oh ITuc Love.
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A couple of young girls living in board
ing house on Charles street played q mean
trick the other night on another young and
attractive maiden in the same house. They
all had some cake and wine together, and in
the unsuspecting ones glass was poured a
small portion OF tincture of assafatida,
which, as every one knows, smells like a
conglomeration of onions, bad eggs, decayed
vegetables and a host of other things too
numerous TO mention.
The prank-playing damsels knew that the
unhappy maids Charles Augustus called on
Sunday, and they also knew that while she
could not detect the flavor of the assafoetida
In the fragrant wine, nevertheless il would
produce 10 her aforesaid Charles Augustus
the impression that she had been eating
onions by the peck. Poor, pretty little I'M
suspectiDg thing She was radiant when she
flew to the door and admitted the mahly
form of the object of her hearts affections;
and she did not observe, as they were locked
In close embrace, that as his lips met hers,
drawing dimple in the back of ner neck
that look of wild, unutterable horror
spread over his lineaments dusky pallor
He cut the embrace short and they went
and took their places on the coy tete-a-tete
in the corner. Then she noticed that there
was a ldh-Oii, lIOuDleu look III MS eyes, ana
he shifted about uneasily, as if vaguely
aware that something was the matter, but
that he couldn't tell exactly what it was.
She couldn't detect the odor which resem-
bled day before yesterdays fried onions and
which was lingering dreamily around on the
soft, warm air
Dearest" asked she shyly. what is the
natter?"
Nothing, sweetheart, nothing; that is
r8aI he a
swiftly from one object to another.
But there must be," said she, leaning for
ward. You are not yourself tonight. You
have something OH your mind. Tell me-
darling;" and she tried to gaze into his face,
while he lodged her with look in his eyes
like that of a hunted wild beast.
My love, you arc not WE'LL, said she,
anxiously, as she wound her arms about
his neck ana drew his head about antil their
faces nearly touched. ''Wh-h-hat is the
Natter and she tenderly sighed her soul
into tears.
oh. great Godfrey he groaned, as the
fatal simoom struck him. ''6CH-that is,
lam not feeling very we'll"
But, dearest, you seemed all right when
You came in" she persisted, lovingly, and
then she sighed again. and he jumped like
eoaded mule and kicked over a little table.
Il know did, said he nervously picking
up the poker and abstractedly putting it in
his cOat-tail pocket. II know did. but I'm
awful bad now. I'm afraid I'll ',ave to 60
he continued, as she leaned. over tsward him
again. 81 think | am going to have the yell
low fever"
Gracious, Charles, - said she. '-Can il be
that you are ill?'
Yes" answered he, as ne arose and ran
the poker through his hair i'm ar al-directed.
agitated manner. Good nigAt. darling.
Don't kiss me- he continued, shnddering
You might catch the fatal scousge," and he
burst out OF the door and disappeared.
The young girl, as she wandered dis
tressed and musing out of the room, next
tackled gruff old ledger, who. in pretty
strong language, convinced her of the fact
that she had been eating onions; and she
discovered the joke by asking the same girls
who had played the trick on her, in an ago.
nizing tone of 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 as long as she lives, and as for
Charles Augustus, we'll