American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1846-04-07
From the Saturday Evening Post
SHE'S NOBODY.
BY JANE WEAV R.
TConcluded

BY JANE WEAVER.
concluded
That nobody'' exclaimed Sarah HenWick,
pping the bonnet with surprise.
Yes and MIR. Churchill, they say, danced
h her nearly the whole evening, said Susan
les, ready to cry with mortified vanity and
alton.
MIR. Benson was Just here" her friend
Id not help remarking with i'll concealed
ltation, 'and he said how sorry he was
to have seen me there last night. mere
|eplied that | and the Shubrlcks did not
OH you needn't think to re dice over me, !"
Miss Jones to herself: then looking up
In flashing eyes, she addressed her friend as
lows:
But that isn't all. They say Mr. Benson
even more devoted to his cousin, and
thew are engaged for sure, and have been
wear. And old Mrs. BEAUFORT is said to
Fe remarked that he only came here to see
Village girls--did you ever hear such impu-
Lcei-when Clara banished him, as she docs
bry morning, for there you know she works
the poor"
AT these words, delivered in tone of tri-
eph, Sarah Henwick turned pale with anger.
BE two friends we'll understood each other,
b knew what envious feelings ranked in
Dir bosoms; they united, however, in their
Nv of Clara and their hatred Of Margaret
arwick. On this latter person, therefore,
Dir full fury fell.
And | suppose that Margaret Warwick
nks she is going to get Mr.. Churchill-the
lin. upstart mink" said Sarah Henwick, after
pause, during which she smothered her rage
the present, being too proud to betray her
blngs at what she had heard of Miss Ben
IN. II don't know what we are coming to-
d she no better than beggar, and as simple
bking as a fool"
"I'm sure don't care for Mr.. Churchill,
id Susan Jones, tossing her head Gas fo
being so rich, don't believe word oft
g is only some halfstarved lawyer, come
bwn here to pick up a wife with money"
"Then he'll scarcely marry Margaret War
ick, said Sarah Henwick, pointedly.
"Oh! no, he's only flirting with her. Shell
[pent her folly yet, but when it's too late. We
hat better could be expected of her, for folk
B saw strange things Of her mother; and In
are it is not usual, and don't look we'll, for he
be receiving pension as she does, nobod
nows from whom"
And thus did these malignant girls reveng
heir mortified vanity by endeavoring to sull
he fair fame of their innocent rival and he
xcellent parent Had either Sarah Henwic
+ her friend known the extent of the admira
ion with which Margaret had inspired Nj
churchill, they would have been ready to hav
itten their tongues off with vexation.
ALFRED in a simple white dress, with sing
white rose in her luxurant dark hair, Marg;
! let Warwick never looked lovelcr than at til
party at Governor Shubrick's, with whose i;
nily her excellent breeding and unassumln
sirtues made her an especial favorite' The o!
Governor himself had introduced Mr. Churcl
! II to her, calling her the flower of their vi
age, which, summoning roseate blush to n
check, made her look more enchanting tha
ever. The young lawyer was delighted wi
her beautiful embarrassment, but more deligf
ed when, after her reserve wore off, he disco
Tered how richly stored was her mind, and he
Rpure were all her sentiments.
Day after day he was seen at the little viii
cottage of Mrs Warwick, and once or twice,
the moonlight evenings, he and Margaret we
noticed walking under the avenue of elms til
skirted the pretty church-yard.
"Reioice with me-" said MIR, Churchill
length, breaking into his friends room o
day, with almost boisterous hilarity, mood