Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1885-01-09

Il know you better now" Pshaw!
that was only gratitude. And yet, when
I held her hands, and tried to tell her
how gladly I would take far greater
risks for her sake, she did not take
them away, but raised her eyes to nv
face so bravely and trustingly that
trod on air for days afterward
She keeps my book, too. I saw the
leaf on which I wrote that absurd
crotchet thrust into her little silk purse.
She had torn it out and was making a
relic of it. That might be because of
its oddity, and probably means nothing.
There never WAS u girl so proof to fiat
terry as not to preserve such sponta-
neous tribute. She treats me just the
same as ever-is friendly and cordial
no more. Uncertainty, then, is all I
arrive at --untertainty as to her feel
ings. uneasiness as to mine,
Pretty much the same way felt at
Long Branch, three years ago, when l
spent a fortnight trying to determine
whether I was in love with Lucy Ro-
mer, and, ESQ, whether she would be
pleased to hear it; at the end Of which
time she married young Landless, and,
to my surprise, was pleased to hear
it!
Suppose this was to result, similarly
think Ia better go home. And yet
there will be something lost out Of life
when I leave her. Ishould be wretched,
I am afraid but not so wretched as I
would be should she refuse me. Per-
haps not SO wretched as I might be
eventually if she accepted me.
"Where shall I find the concord of
this discord?" Apparently, not in this
bed, for il looks like what Mrs. Part
ington calls a corruption Of Mount
Vociferous." Hello, Bools! Bring me
some hot water!
Mr.. Henry Olden, get thee home on
the next steamer.
SOLILOQUY THE FIFTH.
Lord! O Lord! I feel as if I had
Just parted with my immortal soul, not
to mention erytlling I have eaten for
the past twenty four hours. Seasick-
ness! The man who called it one Of the
comic diseases Was surely never seasick
A my: lad Of curses on the reeling, rocl'
ing Old tub. | could almost wish she j
go to the bottoms
wonder how Miss Gray and her
mother are standing it! Ihope to heav.
ell I shall not see her again until
she RECEIVERS, or else I'm done
with romance forever! The old
lady would insist on taking this
steamer. and think it was dispensa-
ton of Providence to cure my malady.
How can 1uan worship when his diyin-
ity is white around the lips, and red
around the eyes, with Il drawn. pinched
look, as if anxiously expecting a catas-
trophe
How could l have been such sim
pleton as to dwudole senti1nentally
through a whole Summer, and start
home during the equinoctial storms ?
A proper termination this for love
young dream, and all its attendant fol.
lies. Sweet reveries and murmurel
VOWS, forsooth! Moonshinc all Of it,
and, as for poetry---it is a rnockery, a
grinnipg skeleton! O Lord, I'll never
he a fool again!
suppose Miss Gray loathes the very
remembrance of all that midsummer
madness. and recall it with the same
unbornded satisfaction I derive from,
recollecting o. meal of cold pork and
potatoes. Pork! Ugh! III neyer eat
again! They say this steamer will
reacu New York tomorrow, and T here
register VOW that I'll GO back home
and stay there-be g misanthrope.
philosopher, cynic. hermit thing
but sentimental fool! Amen.