The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1881-05-05
Eating Onions.

A couple of young girls living in ,
boarding house on Charles street PLAYED
mean trick on another young and at
tractive maiden in the same house
They all had some cake and wine to-
gether, and in the unsuspecting ones
glass was poured small portion Of
tincture OF assaf9tida, which, as every
one knows, smells like a conglomera-
ton of onions, bad eggs, decayed vege-
tables. and host of other things toe
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 fra
grant wine, nevertheless it would pro-
duce 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 admitted
the manly form of the object of her
hearts affections; and she did not OBJ
serve, as they were locked in close en-
brace, that, as his lips met hers, draw
ing dimple in the back of her neck, a
look of wild, unutterable horror spread
over his lineaments dusky pallor.
He cut the embrace short and they
went and took their pl- ces on the cozy
tete-a-tete in the corner. Then she no.
ticed that there was Il far-oif, troubled
look in his eyes, and he shifted about
uneasily, as il vaguely aware that some
thing was the matter, but that he
couldn't detect the odor, which resem-
bled day-before-yesterday's fried on
ions, and which was lingering dreamily
around on the soft, warm air.
Oh 1uIx hot ID.
the matter? 2" J-aa
"Nothing, sweetheart, nothing; that
is. nothing" answered he, as his gaze
flew swiftly from one object to another.
"But 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 look in his eyes like that OF a
hunted wild beast.
"My love, you are not well, she said,
anxionsly, as she wound her arm about
his neck and drew his head aboutiunti
their faces nearly touched. "Wh-h-hat
il the matter ?" and she tenderly sighed
her soul into tears.
"Oh, great Godefreyl" he greaned,
as the fatal simeon struck him. "You-
that is, lam not feeling very WELL"
''But, dearest, you seemed all right
when you came in" she persisted, low
ingly, and then she sighed again, and he
jumped like goaded mule and kicked
over a little table.
81 know L did," said he, nervously
picking up the poker and abstractedly
putting it in his coat-tail pocket. 81
know 1 did, but I'm awful bad now;
I'm afraid I'll have to CO." he continued,
as she leaned over toward him again.
''I think am going to have the yellow
fever.'
"Gracious, Charles" said she. Scan
it be that you are i'll ?"
eyes" answered he, as he arose and
ran the poker through his hair in an i'll
directed, agitated manner. "Good-
night, darling, don't kiss me-" he con-
tinued, shuddering, "you might take
the fatal scourge,p 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 lodger, who, in
pretty strong language, convinced her
of the fact that she had been eating on
ions; and she discovered the joke by
asking the same girls who had played
the trick on her, in an agonizing tone
of voice, if her breath was really per-
ceptible. They exploded with ill-timed
levity, and then told her all. She says
now she will never have anything to do
with them again as long as she lives
and as for Charles Augustus, we'll.
Il Baltimore American.