Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1844-09-03

lazy scrawl from her husband, four lines
only, and ten days old. But Arabela keeps
away, thinking, thinking, and preferring to
be alone. The girl has sweet soft heart,
and little sympathy with the mothers coarse.
rigid, strong minded nature. The only
time they quarrel is, when the old lady calls
her son-in-law brute: then the young one
fires up and defends her own like a little
Amazon.
What is this secret of love? How does
it spring? How is it that no neglect can
Kill il? In truth, its origin and endurance
are alike, utterly absurd and unreasonable.
What secret power was it that made this
delicate minded young creature who had
been bred up upon the purest doctrines of
the santed Mrs. Chapone who had never
thought about love /; who, simple soul, had
been utterly absorbed in her little daily du-
ties, her pianoforte practice, her French les
son, her use of the globes, her canary bird,
and her Mangnail's guestons--what say,
is it that makes the delicate girl all Of a
sudden expand into passion of love for a
young sugar baker, simply because she
meets him three times riding a gray mare
on Clapham's common, and afterwards (the
SLY rogueD on half dozen occasions at her
aunt's at teae What is it that makes her feel
that young sugar baker is the fatal man
with whom her existence is bound up; 90
through fire and water to marry him; love
him in spite of neglect and Indifference !;
adore him SO absurdly, that a half hours
kindness from him more than balances a
months brutality Q, mystery of woman's
heart
Wagstaff, so splendid with his dinners
and so generous on himself, is not 50 gen
erous at home He pays the bills with on
ly few oaths; but somehow he leaves his
wife without money He will give it TO
any body rather than 10 her Il fact of
which he himself is, very likely, unaware at
this minute, or of the timidity of his wife
IN asking for it. In order to avoid this ask
ing, the poor girl goes through unheard of
economies, and performs the most curious
tricks of avarice. She dresses herself for
nothing, and she dresses her children out of
her own frocks. Certain dimities,. caps, pin
azores, and other tallaIs, have gone through
the family and Arabclla, though she sees
ever such pretty thing in shop window,
will pass on with sigh; whereas her Lance
lot is perfect devourer Of waistcoats, and
never sets his eye OH flaring velvet that
strikes his fancy, but you will be sure to be-
hold him the next week staggering "a
bout in the garment Pail Mall. Women
are ever prac,icing these petty denials,
about which the lords of creation never
think.
| will tell you what once saw Arabela
doing. She is woman of very high breed
ing, and no inconsiderable share of family
pride; well, one day on Going TO Wagstatf'
house, who had invited party OF us 10
Blackwell, about bet he had lost, was, in
the masters absence, ushered into the
drawing room, which is furnished very fine,
and there sa. the lady of the house at her
work table, with her child prattling at her
knee.
| could not understand what made Mrs.
Wagstaff blush so-look so entirely guilty
of something or olher-fdget, answer a
strange and inhospiable way.
She, the descendant of the Smiths of
Smi,hheld, of the Browns of Brown Hall,
the proud daughter of the aris,ocracy, was
making pair Of trowsers for her eldest
son. She huddled them away hastily under
a pillow-but bah we have keen eyes
and from under the pillow the buttons peep
ed out, and with those buttons the secret
they were white ducks-Wags!aff's white
ducks-h;s wife was making them into white
ducklings for little Fred.
'rba .Siubt ,Ao,,oJ ..>o 7 -l~.,yI III. A..
have cried, only 1t is uumanly; and to cry
about pair Of little breaches IL should
like to have seized hold of Mrs. Wagstatf
and Rugged her to my heart; but she would
have screamed, and rung for John to show
me down stairs; so disguised my feelings
by treadlng on the tail of her spaniel dog,
whose squealing caused a diversion.
But shall never forget those breaches.
What! Wagstaffis flaming in coat Of Ma
giles, and his son has that sweet, humble
tailor. Wagstaff IS preparing for Blackwell,
and here is his wife plying her gentle nee
die. Wagstaff feasts off plate and frothing
wine and Arabella sits down TO cold NUT
ton in the nursery. with her little ones ram
ged about her. Wagstaff enjoys-Arabel
la suffers. He filings about his gold and
she tries to stave off evil days by little saw
ings of meek pence. Wagstaff sins and
she forgives-and trusts, loves, and hopes
on, in spite of ,carelessness and GOODNESS,
neglect and extravaganza.
This is the moral of the last story. o,
ye Wagstaifs of this world, profit by it. Q,
ye gentle, meek angels of Arabelas, be
meek ana gentle still. If an angel can't re-
claim man, who can