Southern telegraph. (Rodney, Miss.) 1834-1838, 1838-02-27

,'.i :" ite'SiIe called Oh Alon In Y
/ on hiss E'ana Roberts, pretty ilo nainp
girl OF seventeen. Emma was clcar starch
ing. Talk about tho trials If men! Whit
have they to annoy them in comparison
with the mysteries Of clear starchnr; alas.
how seldom clear! Emma was going ON in
inc iuil tide OF success, ;ndulging in the
buoyant thoughts Of her age; there was a
sost light about her eye, as she drew ont the
edge OF fief,, or ccappc6 it with her small
hands, as if they felt the impulse of young
hopes.
81 am sure Harry Bertram looked a, his
collar last Sunday; wonder if he liked
,tt,.-ihonght she, and gentle sigh r,stled
the t'ids ot the morning robe ON her bosom.
just then the door bell sounded, and the
Man OF Leisure walked into the sitting
room, where Emma, with a nice establish
men. of smonthing irons, &c, had cnsconc.
ed herselff,r The morning.
'Yon won't mind a friends looking in nm
on you,' said M. lnk.in, with an at homo
air.
Emma blushed, 'ooscned the strings of
her apron, gave a glnce to her starched
fingers, md saying stake scat, sir,'' sus-
pended her work with the grace of natural
politcness. In the meanwhile, the starch
grew cold, and the irons were overhcated
Emma was not loquacious, and the dead
pauses were neither few nor far between
Emma, rendered desperate, removed her
operations, bat with diminished arlor; her
clappng was feeble az the applause of an
unpopular orator; she burnt her fingers, her
flee became flushed, and by the time tn.
Man of Leisure had siiien out his h ur,
grey hue and an indelb'c smu.ch disGyurcd
Henry Beriran,'s collar.
Mr.. lnklin soon called again, and me-,
Harry Bersram. 1t was not the influence
of coque,rv, but Emma rallied her Powers,
and talked more to Mr.. En!.!in than to iIar-
~, modest youth. thrown somewhat into
stayed him. Harry, who was not Man Of
Leisure, could not call for several days:
when he did, Mr.. Inklin had ''Jropped inn
before him, and was twiring his watch key
with his cold wandering eyes and the ever
lasting alternatives. Emma sewcd indus
trious'y, and her dark lashes concealed her
eyes. Her cheeks were beautifully fl ,stl-
cd, but Cor whom? SIr. Inklin toved with
her work-box, without seeming to know that
he WAS touching what Harry thought
shrine.
Harry looked little fierce, and bade
good night abruptly Emma raised her soft
eyes with look that ought to have detain-
ed reasonable man; but he was depressed.
and the kind glance was lost. Emma wish
ed Mr. !nkin at the bottom of the sea, but
there he sat, 10, king privilege because he
was a Man Of Leisure.
The fastening eff. the wind ,sgs reminded
him that it was time to 60, for he did mot
limit his evening calls TO an hour. Easar,
went to her bed room. She was just ready
to cry, bat q glance at her mirror showed
such fright cheeks that i. stopped her tears,
and she fell into n passion. She tied her
night cap into a hard knot, AMI broke the
string in pet.
"Henry Bertram IS a f,ol,'' said she, "to
let that stick Of man keep him from me-.
| wish Icon!d change places with him." and
sitting down on a 'ow scat. she trotted her
foot and hcayed some deep signs.
The Man Of Leisure s.jlst called in''
twire week for three months. Report
was busy; Harry's pride was roascd. He
offered himself to another pretty girl, and
was accepted. Enma's bright cheeks f,t-
ed, and her step grew slow, and her voice
was no longer to be heard in irs gay carol
from stair to stair. She was never ialka-
: tive. but nov she was sad. Mr.. Inklin con
tinued to "dfop in,'' his heart was a little
love touched, but then there was slime
cnonghn One evening he came with
look of news.
! 81 have brought Won bit Of Harry Ber-
trans wedding cake," said he to Emma.
Emma turned pale, then red, and burst
, into tears. The Man Of Leisure was con-
! ccrned.q Emma locked very prettily rs she
struggled with her feelings. while the tears
dried away, and he offered her his heart and
hand
81 would sooner lie down in my grave
! than nl1rry yo,l,n said the gentle Enm', IN
r voice SO loud that Mr. InkIin started, and
q rushing out, slammed the door. MIR. lhklin
y was astouislled. Poor Emma covered up
II her heart and smiled again, but she never
: married nor ever destroyed a li;tl" flower
d that Harry Bertram gave her when It was
: Irioht for. her to love and hope. The Man
I Of Leisure borc her refusal with philosophy
! and continued to stdrop in.'
s.ECHESS PLAYERS AND THEIR DUMB
r ASSISTANT.
There was Mt Paris, before the revolution,
! celebrated coffee-honse in the PalaissRoy-
Il particuia rlv we'll known tsi, and famous
: ! The resort of eminent chcss-players Few
: | oeople exec pit .adepts in the scientific and
: patienc1-trying game frequetted the place;
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