Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1843-11-25
LIES LAD d E r l..
ny HELEN ASHTON.

ter, Il think you go too far in allowing
| particular attention on the part of James
Newton. He is of excellent family and
quite agreeable and for partner in the
dance, now and then might do; but then
he is but poor doctor, and when his de-
votion becomes marked it is time it was
checked"
Mary blushcd and dared not look her
mother in the face, for she felt guilty of
having received Newton's attentions with
out dIsfavor, and she was too much under
the control of her step-mother to ask
whether the objection against her new Ad-
mirer was valid. Mrs. Stewart saw her
demeanor and reading her heart pro-
ceeded.
There is George Sanford now who is
Independently rich, and could maintain
wife in the first style. He admires YOU.
and with little encouragement, could be
brought to propose
But ma, said Mary, looking up hcsitai.
her needle with increased velocity. us it
right, is it maidenly to make advances, even
if one liked the gentleman"
Mrs. Stewart laid her work on the table,
and setting herself in the chair, said,
ideally, Mary, you are so full Of such
romantic notions. Proper! To be sure.
Maidenly! Why, how else should BASH
ful man. such as Mr.. Sanford, get wife
No girl ought to eyerstep certain limits.
But when she sees a man dying for her,
who yet is so modest that he lacks the
courage to address her, she is a Ounce if she
does not encourage him. Men have to be
managed, child, men have to be managed.
| would not for the world, tell you to do
anything indecorous, but neither would
have you throw away fortune from false
notions of propriety."
Mary piled her needle again with in
creased rapidly, and finally said tjmdly.
But suppose one cannot love the rich
| suilor!'
/ She did not dare to raise her eyes as she
spoke, and when she had finished, her
heightened color, and nervous agitation
seemed to imply that she feared the effect
her words would produce. Her mother
suffered minute to eIapsc before replying
during which delay Mary felt as if she
could sink through the floor, for she knew
that her mothers eyes were bent on her
disapprovingly, though she saw it not
Il am astonshed,'' at last began Mrs.
!
will persist in these foolish notions Love!
what is it! The love you dream of is a
childish, ridiculous sentiment, which is dis
sipated the instant you enter on the reali
| ties Of life. No sensible woman cntcrtans
! it for a moment, and the silly girls who
| feed on romances, and marry with such
| feelings, lose them with the honeymoon.
and repent their conduct tie rest Of theiI
lives. The right kind of love is based on
a knowledge Of the means a sutton pos.
sesses to make you happy, and the chief of
these is wealth. 1t is an old provcr5 "whCn
poverty comes in at the door love flies out
Of the window" and if you look around
among our acquaintance you will see the
truth of this saying. There is Mrs. Beech,
now poor sickly creature worn down
with care, who, when married. was the Lc.le
Of the circle. She married for love and
don't now, believe, spend one happy day
in the year. Contrast her with Mrs. Jones.
whom you remember a thin, embarrassed
girl, but who, since her union with the
rich Mr.. Jones, has been transformed into
one Of the most ady-kc of her acquaint-
ance, and has carriage and servants at
her control. She always dresses in the
first style, gives elegant parties, and is tho
envy OF all who know her
Mary listened in silence. not daring to
reply. A silence of several minutes cnsucd
when Mrs Stewart resumed in a milder
tone,
Il should be very sorry to think, Mary,
that you entertained any sentiments, but
those Of mere acquaintance, for tbs
young physician. With Stanford it is a
different matter He is rich and would
ensure you happiness; but with Mr.. New,
ton for a husband, your life would be a
continual struggle against modification,
want and misfortune But, | have tie
confidence in you, which persuades me you
agree with me, and that on SO important a
matter as this, we shall not differ You
have always been a dutifnl child, Mary
and hope, in this matter you will not pain
my heart"
Mrs. Stewart had not been wrong in
her estimate of the effect these words
would have on Mary. Tears gathered in
the daughters eyes. She flung her arms
around her mothers neck, and promised tc
obey her wishes. She had been con
quercd.
The gay circle in B soon heard OF
the approaching marriage of Miss Stewart
to Mr.. Sanford, for whom, it was cautiously
whispered, the poor Newton had been dis
charged. The wedding was celebrated
with great magniiiccncc; and the equiPagc
mansion and furniture of the young ride
were for six months the town talk. Years