LITERATURE.

Globe, Volume IX, Issue 1227, 8 February 1878, Page 3

LITERATURE.

MODERN NOVEL. (Banbury News!) Chapter I. It was a beautiful Sunday evening in eighteen hundred and seventy-seven. The stars shined out gorgeous, and it was very pleasant. In a boss parlor in a splendid mansion, a poor but noble young feller was engaged in courtin’ a lovely young girl, her eyes was sparklin’, and her golden hair hung down over her shoulders in wavy tresses, and it curled. They was happy, but the lovely young girl was happier than the young feller, for he was poor, and her father was rich and proud, and he didn’t want him cornin’ round seem’ his daughter, and the noble young feller was h ind of scart for fear the rich old man would come in and kick him out. Chapter 11. One year has passed since the foregoin’ incident. William, that’s the noble young man’s name, after askin’ the proud old man’s consent to marry the lovely daughter, and gittin’ kicked through the panel of the front door, swore an oath that he would run off with the lovely young girl, and that he would be rich hisself some day, and he left off peddlin' clothes-lines and got a conduc tor’s birth on a hoss-car, and he made dead loads of money, and he eloped with the lovely young girl, and they got married and lived in a beautiful house with gold door knobs, and had nigger servants to wait on them. Chapter 111. One year more has passed, and the happy couple has got seven beautiful children, who are respected and beloved by all who know ’em. The proud, haughty old man pined away after his lovely daughter left him, and went to drinkin’ lager beer, and talkin’ politics, and spittin’ tobacco juice on the side walk, and become so poor that he couldn’t buy votes enough to hist him into office, and now he goes around selling hair to put into mortar, and when he goes to his rich son-in-law’s house to beg cold vittles, the noble young man tolls him about the kickin’ he gin him, and tells him to git.