The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1881-05-05
EATING ONIONS.
How Adverse Winds Blew Across the
Path Of True Love.
Baltimore Ameriean.l I

Path Of True Love.
Baltimore American
/ a couple of young girls living in a
boarding house en- Charles street played
mean trick the other night on an
other 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 tineture of assafptida,
which, as every one knows, smells like
a eonglomeratign Of onions, bad eggs,
decayed Vegetables, and host of
other things topnumerous to mention.
The prank-playing damscls knew
that the unhappy maids Charles Au-
gustus called on Sunday, and they
also knew that while she could not de-
teet the flavor of the assafetida in the
! fragrant wine, nevertheless it would
produce TO her aforesaid Charles Au-
gustus the impression ti-=t she hid
been eating onions by the peck. Poor,
pretty little unsuspecting thingl She
was radiant when she few TO the door
and admitted the manly form Of the
object Of her hearts affections; and she
didIot observe, as they were locked
in 3 close embrace, that his lips met
hers, drawing a dimple in tho baek of
her nselz, thata look of wild, unutter-
able horror spread over his lineaments
a dusllY pallor.
He cut the embrace short, and they
ventand took their places on the cosy
tete-a-tete IN the corner. Then she
noticed that there was a. far-of, trou-
bled look in his eyes, and be shifted
about uneas ly, as if vaguely aware
that sonethr g was the matter, but
that he couldn't tell exactly what it
was. She co nldn't detect the odor,
which resembled day before yesterdays |
fried onions, and which was lingering
dreamiIy arou..d on the soft, warm
air.
Dearest, asked she shyly, .what
is the natter"
Nothing, sweetheart, nothing; that |
is nothing" answered he, as his gaze
few swiftly from one object to another.
"But there must be, (" said she, lean
ing forward. You are not yourself
tonight Tell me, darling" and she
tried to gaze into his face, while he
lodged her with a loak in his eyes like |
that of a hunted wild beast.
"My love, you are not well" said
she, anxiously, as she wound her arm
about his neck and drew his head |
down until their faces nearly touched.
"Wh-h-hat is the matter?" and she
tendelly sighed her soul into tears.
ooh, great Godfrey!" he groaned,
rs 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,
lovingly, and then she sighed again,
and he jumped like goaded mule and
kicked over little table.
81 know l did, said he, nervously
picking up the poker and abstractedly
putting it in his coat. tail pocket. 81
know, l did, but Pm awful bad now.
Pm afraid I'll have to go" he contin-
ued, as she leaned over toward him
again. 81 think I am going to have
the yellow fever"
"Graciousl Charles" said she. 'Can
it be that you are Hip"
Eyes" answered he, as le 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
catch the fatal scourgc," and he burst
out Of the door and disappeared.
Inc young glrl, as she Wanderee1
distressed and musing out of the room,
next tackled a gruff old lodger, who, in
pretty strong language, convinced her
Of the fact that she had been eating
onions; as she discovered the joke by
asking the same girls who had played
the trick OF her, in an agonizing tone
Of voice, if ner breath was really per-
aeptible. They exploded with i'll
timed leyit,-, and then told her all.
She says new she never will have any
thing to do with them again as long as
she lives, and as for Charles Augustus,
we'll