Year: 1859

I once heard an old Jour remark that
printing office was no place for love-
making, and l have since experienced the
truth OF the expression ; being now per.
fectly convinced that the flower OF love
can never bloom in the midst Of types,
cases and printing ink.


1t was my fortune 10 sojourn for few
days in the village of c.. Directly
opposite the Office was pretty, white
cottage, with a rose bush clambering
around the easement, and l was not long
in making the discovery that the aforesaid
cottage with the rosc.shaded window con.
tanned lair inmate "A flower whose
beauty outshone the roses that clustered
around the window. She was the belle
of the village. Her name was Mary
sweet, poetic Mary. have passion for
the name of Mary.


Ii was beautiful summer morning, ard
! had raised the window to admit the
breeze from the flower. decked fields, and
it was not long ere l perceived the cot
tage window was also hoiste6, and that
sweet little Mary was sitting busily en-
gagged with her needle. worked but
little that morning. My eyes constantly
wandered toward the cottage where little
Mary sat, and all sorts Of fantastic notions
whirled through my brain, and / began to
think l felt light touch OF what the poets
call love, sliding in at one corner OF my
heart.


A few days passed away, and chance
made me acquainted with Mary. On
she was sweet creature she had form
that would have shamed the famousV enus
de MeGici--a cheek that out flushed the
richest peach, and lip that would have
tempted a bee from its hive on frosty
morning. l thought as gazed on her
in mute admiration that had never look
ed on ore so exquisitely beautiful. She
seemed the embodiment of everything
lovely and bewitchng. Well. time passed
on, and one day Mary expressed desire
to visit the printing office. :" Good, "
thought l, "what chance III have @
kiss there-yes, there in the midst of the
implements OF mine art---why shouldn'
II" Love in printing office On
there was something original in that, anc
| resolved TO try it at all hazards.


Well, Mary came to the office, and
explained 20 her the use of various imple
msnts OF the Black Art--the press, the
roller, the ink, the stands, and The boxes
of the A B C's. | took au opportunity tc
snatch her pretty little white hand sht
drew it back, knocking stickful Of mattel
into Cpl"


~ must have kiss for that, my pretty
one," said l, and at it l went. / man
aged to get my arm around her waist, anc
in struggling TO free herself, she upset I
galley of editorial, long article on th
Oregon Question.


Nothing daunted, made at her again
This time l was more successful, for


obtained kiss. By Saint Paul, it was


sweet one, and that little witch bore


like martyr; she never screamed once


But as l raised my lips from hers, sh


lifted her delicate hand and gave me


box on the ear that made me see NOR


stars than were ever viewed by Hersch,


through his big telescope. Somewha
nettled and my cheek smartng with pair
again seized her waist. and said -


"Well, if you don't like it, just tax
back the kiss !"


= She made desperate struggle, and a


she jerked herself from my arms he foe


struck the lye pot, and over it went. An


other galley of editorial was sprinkle
over the floor, and in her efforts to resc
the door, her foot slipped and she fell


and in her efforts to sustain herself
her lily.white hand--the same little han
|, that came in contact with my ear--Oh


horrible was stuck up to the elbow j
ink Shades of Franklin She slowl
drew il from the keg, dripping with ink


and asked what use | made OF the tar.
began to be seriously alarmed, and apollo
gized in the best manner ! could, and t
! my surprise she seemed more plsase'
than angry but there was lurking dew
in her eye that told me there was mischie
atioat. AS stood surveying the blacl
covering of her hand, scarcely able t
suppress laugh at the strange metamor
phosis, she quickly raised it on high an