Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1842-11-30
THE NAN OF LEISURE AND THE
PRETTY GIRL.

The man of leisure called on Monday
on Miss Emily Roberts, a pretty blooming
girl of seventeen, Emily was clear starch
ing. Talk about the trials Of men! What
have they to annoy them, compared with
the niseries of clear-starching? Alas! how
seldom clear! Emma was going on in the
full tide Of success, indulging in the buoy
ant thoughts of her age; there was soft
light about her eye, as she drew out the
edge of fichu, or clapped it with her small!
hands, as if she felt the impulse of young
hopes.
81 am sure Harry Bertram looked at
this collar last Saturday; | wonder if he
liked IT," thought she, and gentle sigh
rustled the foIsss Of the morning robe on
her bosom. Just then the door-bell sound
ed, and then the man of leisure walked in
to the sitting room, where Emma, with a
nice establishment of smoothing irons, &C.,
and ensconced himself for the morning.
You won't mind a friends looking in
upon you" said Mr.. Inkhh, with an at home
air. ~ - FyeS'
Emma blushed loosdned the stringg of
her apron, gave a glance at her starched
fingers, and saying, take seat sir" sus-
pended her work with the grace Of natural
pollteness. In the meantime the starch
grow cold and the Irons overheated En-
ma was not loquacious, and the dead pau
scs were neither few nor far between -
Emma, rendered desperate, renewed her
operations, but with diminished ardor: her
clapping was feeble at the applause of an
unpopular orator; she burnt her fingers; her
face become flushed, and by the time the
! Man OF Leisure had set his hour out, a
gray hue and an indellble smutch disfig-
ured Harry Bertram's collar
Mr.. lnklin soon called again, and met
Harry Bertram. 1t was not the influence
OF coquetry, but Emma rallied her powers,
and talked TO Mr. lnklin then to Harry, a
modest youth thrown somewhat in the
shade by the veteran visiter, who outstayed
him. Harry who was not a man of leisure
could not call for several days, when he
did, Mr.. Inklin had dropped in before him.
and was twitching his watch key with his
cold wandering eye and the everlasting af-
! tirmatve. Emma seemed industriously, and
and her dark lashes concealed her eyes,
Her cheeks were beautifully flashed but for
whom! MIR. lnklin toyed with her work
box, without seeming to know that he was
touching what Harry thought shrine.
Harry looked a little fierce, and babe
good night abruptly. Emma raised her
soft eyes with look that ought to have
detained any reasonable man; but he was
prepossessed and the kind glance was lost.
Emma wished Mr.. Inlllin at the bottom of
the sea; but there he sat, looking privilege,
! 10 A >r -.
The fastening Of the windows reminded
HIM that ii was time to go, for he did not
| limit his evening calls to an hour. Emma
went to her bed room. She was ready to
cry, but a g lance at her mirror showed such
bright checks that it stopped her tears. She
tied her night cap into hard knot, and
broke the string in pet.
Harry Bertram's a fool said she, to
lei that stick Of Il man keep him from me;
| wish could change places with him.
and sitting down on low seat, she trottcd
her foot and hc1ve1 some deep signs"
Ihe Man OF Leisure just called in twice
week for three months. Report was bu-
sy; Harry's pride was reused He offer
cd himself to another pretty girl, and was
accepted. Emma's bright cheek faded,
and her step grew slow, and her voice was
no longer to be heard in It's gay corol from
stair to stair. She was never talkative, but
now she was sad. Mr. Inklin continued to
drop in his heart was little love touch.
ed, but then there was time enough. One
evening he came with look of vows.
- have brought you bit of Harry Ber-
trans wedding cake said be to Emma.
Emma turned pale then red, and burst
into tears. The sman of leisure was con-
ccrned. Emma looked very pretty as she
struggled with her feelings, while the tears
died away, and he offered her his heart
and hand
Il would sooner lie down in my grave
than marry you,' said the gentle Emma,
in Il voice 50 loud that Mr.. lnklin was as.
tonished. Poor Emma covered up her
heart and smiled again, but she never mar
ried, nor ever destroyed a little flower that
Harry Bertram gave her when it was ight
for her to love and hope.-Bentley's Mis-.
Bennett, of the n. Y. Herald offered
his establishment week or two since, but
now says that not being able to find any
one with $4,000 spare cash ready to pur-
chase, he has concluded to break-take the
benefit of the bankrupt law, run away with
as much money as he can, and thus carry
out the financial and moral principles of
the present enlightened era of the world as
far and as fast as he can. In the mean
time however, and until he shall have got
his certificate Of bankruptcy, and actually
run away with a million or so of somebo-
dy,s money, he will continue to publish the
Daily and Weekly Herald, &c. as hereto
fore.-New London Gas,
CosT OF WAR.-ln the present war in
India 40, 900 lives, British and native, have
been sacrificed; and nearly $50, 900, 600,
according to Sir Robert Peel. has already