Litchfield enquirer., 1833-01-24

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ly Of her course ofliIs: but her ambition,
her love Of conqusss, her pride Of talent,
her desire Of winning away the admirers of
her female rivals, entirely clouded and OBJ
scured her more amiable qualities Of mind
| and heart.
How long have you been in Williams
burgh, asked her chrre annie, Mary Ann z
/! Only three days, and 1 have only pick
ed up three beaux. What dull place this
is. 1t is called the classic sIiades'-the
academic groves OF the old Dominion
and all that sort Of thing. One of the pro-
fessors entertained me a good two hours
the other evening with the loves OF Dido
and Eneas. wish had a couple Of
yards of jaconet.'
Or a husband
Or husband either, don't care
which come, my love, let's a shopping
Fan this classic town. N ass
The two ladies Immediately rose. il was
about noon-day. put on their bonnets. took
their parasols, and sailed forth.
/ For husband or jaconet, you say
/ - Two yards of iaconet. or a husband
The town of Williamsburgh, like every
other little town in Virginia. or even New
York, does not contain many stores. A
shopping expedition is therefore soon COM
pleted. The two ladies' sauntercd into
this shop, then into that, sometimes max
| ing the poor fellow of shop-keeper turn
out his whole stock in trade, and rewarding
his pains by the purchase Of . sixpenny-
worth Of tape. They had proceededE4or
an hour in this lounging, lazy stylsCwhen
Louisa said, Oh, Mary Ann, h6te is an
old beau of yours in that store, w5th the
red gingham tapping at the door like a pr
rates flag; come, let US 60 and plague him
for auld lang syne.' as Mrs. Nc Donald,
the Scotch lady of Norfolk, says
- Certainly said Mary Ann, but which
ofmy old admirers is it'll
| Have you gotyour list in lnRpr pocket 4
Nol-at all, ] left it at my giahdmqber's
at Richmond; what apity
| The two wild efentIlne 0Nnding ike
a couple offawns elade, for
4 Of Williamsbnrgh. "a and
| asked for aasighi OF q ldslinss and
ribbons Mary Ann did not seem to pay
[ much attention to the fine articles shown
/ her. She ever and anon cast her eyes by
stealth round and round the store, endeav-
oring o.discover if she recognized any Of
the faces, as that Of an old acquaintance.
She could see nothing to repay her effort.
Not face had she ever seen before. She
summoned. mp to her recollection all her
former admirers, they passed through her
mind like the ghosts of Banquo; for, not
withstanding her yajectioH st so many low.
crs, she ever retained certain portion OF
regard to every poor fellow who had fallen
] victim 70 her whim, beauty. witchery,
This Is ID Arabian. d6sert,' said Mar,
1 Ann. singing ID Louisa, as she split a PAL
1 or KID gloves III englsavoring 70 gefthem on
oh! no. said gay young sl5aaman
indeed, Miss, they are the best Frencl kid.
Pray said Louisa, in a, lsw tone,
don't you sell any thing in the back Groom
Of the store
In remote corner of the store, thcrc
stood at the desk plainly-dressed gentle
man, leaning over the corner Of wooden
railing, With his eyes firmly fixed upon
the two ladies', now so actively engaged in
tossing over the counter all sorts Of mer-
chandise and light French goods.
As I i've, said Mary Ann, there is
my old Blue Ridge beau. Oh, how wet |
was,' whispered she, 'drenched with SUM
mer shower, when first Twas thrown into
his society. / believe the poor fellow low
ed mo sincerely. Come, let Us spend up
on him at least ten dollars in jaconet; he
llannt one hundred upon me in balls, dance
iiiig, colds, cough-drops, and drives. and
| GOT nothing for his pains but aneat billet
doas, declining his poor heart and soft
hand. Poor fellowr
With this sally the ladies bought several
articles, scarcely cling whethe Jesuit
ed them or not. Sshen they leits ~ store,
Mary Ann fell into revcrie, was quite sic
lent, VII for her was unusual and singu-
liar. L0oisa's spirits, on the contrary,
gathered life and energy as those Of her
COMPANION sank away. She talked, she
| laughed, she ridiculed her beaux, she ralli-
ed MARY Am, and looking into her for
once-melancholy face said, $50, my love,
lsvou are caught at last.
Caugh. 7 said Mary Anns indeed you
n much mistaken. do not think that
q d say, ] fancy should not ike to mar
nv my Blue Ridge beau. Oh! Louisa,
said she, after. pause, with q tearsip her
eve. what foolish creature have been.
Mf. C ollingwood. for that is his name.
am sure, quite sure, does not think of me ;