Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1881-04-10
EATING ONIONS.
Aow Adverse Winds Blew AEOss the
- Path of True hove.
Baltimore American.

A couple of young girls living in q
boarding house on Charles street played a
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 8
glass was poured small portion oftincture
of assafe!ida, which, as every one knows,
smells like conglomeration of onions, bad
eggs, decsyed vegetables and host of
otter things too numerous to mention.
The prsnk>playiag dsmsels knew that
the unhappy maids Charles Augustus
called on Sunday, and they also knew that
while she coulp not detect the favor Of the
sssafoetida in the fragrant wine, neyerthe
less it would produce to her aforesaid
Charles 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 ads
mitted the manly form of the object of her
hearts affections; and she did not observe,
as they were locked in close embrace,
that his lips met hers, drawing dimple in
the back of her neck, that look of wild
unutterable horror spread over his Inca
ments dus Ky pallor.
went and took there places on the cozzy te-
te-a-tete in the corner. Then she noticed
that there was a tsr-o7, troubled look in
his eyes, and he shifted about uneasiiy, 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 resembled day before yesterdays
dreamiiy around on the soft, warm air.
Dearest" asked she ahyly, what is the
matter?' ...
IN Nothing, sweethear, nothing; that is
notuing," answered he, as his gaze flew
swiftly from one object to another:
But there must be-" said she, leaning
forward. You are not yourself tonight.
Tell me, darling" and she tried to gaze
into his face, while he lodged her with
a look in his eyes like that Of a hunted
wild beast.
My love, you are not we'll" said she,
anxiously as shs wound her arm about his
neck and drew his head about uLtil their
faces nearly touched. "Wh-h-hat is the
matter" and she tsnderly sighed her soul
into tears.
''Oh, great GodfreyP he groaned, as the
fatal sim moom struck him 'You-thst is /
am not feeling very WE'LL"
"But, dearest, you seemed all right wher
you came in, she persisted, lovingly, anC
then she sighed again, and he jumpei like
goaded mule and kicked over little
| table.
Il know I did," said he, nervously pick
ing upthe poker and abstractedly putting
it IN his cost-tail pocket. Il know l did
but L m awful bad now. I'm afraid II
haveto CO." he continued. as she Leaned
over toward him agaiu. 81 think I an
| going to have the yellow fever"
"Gracious Charles" said she. "Can
be that you are ill?"
Yes" answered he, as he arose and raj
the poter through his hair in an i'll
directed, ag tated manner. Good night
darling. Don't kiss me- he continues
shuddering, you might catch the fata
scoul ge," and he burst out of The door an
disappeared.
The young girl, as she wandered dis
tresoed and musing out of the room, mex
tackled grutf old lodger, who, in p1ett
strong language, convinced her of the fac
that she had been ting onions; as she dis
covered the joke By asking the same girl
who had played the trick on her, in a.
sgoDizing tone Of voice, if her breath Wa
really perceptible. They e1ploaded witt
ill>timed levity, and then tod her all. Sh
says now she never will have anything t.
do with them again as long as she lives
and as for Charles Augustus, we'll