Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1883-01-31
The Bad Boys Girl Goes Back
on Him.
NY girl has shock me-


"Shoo you don't say So ~ said the
groceryman, as he threw a rotten pota-
to into basket of good ones that were
going to the orphan asylum.
"Well, she showed her sense. You
would have blown her Up, or broken
her neck, or something. But don't
feel bad, you'll soon find another girl
that will discount her, aud you will
forget all about this one."
"Never' said the boy, as he nbbIed
at piece of Goldfish that he had picked
off Il shall never allow my affections
to become entwined about another
piece of calico. 1t unmans me. Hence
forth | am a hater of the whole girl
race. From this out | shall harbor re-
venge in my heart; no girl can cross
my path and live | want to grow up
and become be school ma am, or he
milIiner, or something where | can
grind girls into dust, and make them
sue for mercy O, you don't know
anything about the woe there is in this
world. You never loved many people,
did you"
The groceryman admitted that he
had never loved very hard, but he knew
little about it from an aunt of his,
who got mashed on Chicago drum
mer "But your father must be having
a rest while your mind is occupied with
your love affairs" said he.
YES" said the boy, with a vacant
look, II take no interest in the pleasure
of the chase any more, though | did
have little fun this morning at the
breakfast table. You see pa is the con-
trariest man you ever saw If | COM
plain that anything at the table don't
taste good, pa says it is all right This
morning l took the syrup pitcher and
emptied out the white syrup and put in
some cod liver oil that man is using for
her cough. | put some on my pancakes
and pretended to taste it. | told pa
the syrup was sour and not fit to eat
Pa was mad in second, and he pour
ed out some on his pancakes and said
| was getting too contounded particu-
lar. He said the syrup was good
enough for him, and he sopped his
pancake in it and fired some down |
his neck lie is a great burned hypo-
critic, that's what he is | could see
by his face that the cod liver oil was
near killing him, but he said that svr-
up was all right, and if / didn't eat
mine he would break my neck and by |
gosh | had to eat it and pa said he |
guessed he hadn't much appetite and |
would just drink cup of coffee and
eat a doughnut. | like to died, and
that is one thing, | think, that makes
this disappointment in love harder to
/ ear But | felt sorry for ma. Ma
amt got very strong stummick, and
when she got some of that cod liver
oil in ber mouth she went right up
stairs sicksr'n horse, and pa had to
help her, aud she had nooralgia all the
morning. | ate pickles to take the
taste out of my mouth, and then | laid
for the hired girls. They eat too
much syrup, any way, and when they
got on to that cod liver oil and swal-
lowed lot Of it, one of them, an
Irish girl, got up from the table and
put her hand on her corset and yelped,
Howly Japers,' and went out into
the kitchen as pale as ma when she
has powder on her face, and the other
girl who is Dutch, she swallowed a
pancake and said, milne Colt ! what
vas the matter from me-" and she
went Gu; and leaned on the coal bin.
Then they talked Irish and Dutch
and got clubs and started to look for
me, and | thought | woulI come over
here. The whole family is sick, but
not from love Ike my illness, and they
will get over it, while shall fill an .
early grave; but not until | have
made that eifl aad the telegraph mes
senger wish they were dead. Pa and
| are going to Chicago next week and
III bet well have some fun. Pa says
! need change of air and | think he
is going to lose me. It's a dark day
when | get left anywhere that | can't
lind my way back. Well, goodbye,
rotten potatoes"