Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1846-10-24

| man SOMEWHAT Iamlllarly on Inc sn0ulder,
'duced hansome gal that, Just come in, and
has fell heiress to cool hundred thousand
By Jove she's lucky thing to get the hunk
Of money old Snarler made in the East
linda trade
Isabel Livingston, heiress to Mr.. Snarl-
er! you surprise me-" said Vernon, Il thought
he had sworn to cut off his sisters family
with shilling, for marrying Mr.. Livings-
ton"
"Ah so he did--so he did, but he died at
last--d'ye see?--without a willard so
Isabel Livingston, the only daughter of his
only sister, gets his fortune"
"It's singular--I never heard of this
before" said Vernon, half musingly.
Mamma, la if don't think Mr.. Yer
non has seen Miss Livingston BEFORE wits.
pered the daughter behind her fan; and
then raising her voice and simpering and
blushing as Vernon looked down on over
hearing her, she continued, dear me you
haven't been listening all the while have
you? But do tell, Mr.. Vernon, who is that
young man talking with herr"
81 believe it is Mr.. Benson"
"Gad is he the feller,' broke in Mr..
Belville, that published the poems so many
people are cracking up. Why he isn't
much after all, guess For my part don't
see why some people get praised for wri-
ting poetry-its nothing-I could do it
myself if I'd try" said he with sneer.-
l don't think this Mr.. Benson a man of
talent; no poet is" And finishing his sem
tence with superciious look at the subject
of his remarks, the ci.devant green. grocer.
inflated with consciousness of his wealth,
thrust his fingers into his waistcoat pockets,
and marched off to Join another groupe.
"Why, my dear Miss Livingston, how
dye dor said the shrill voice of Mrs. Belville,
at this moment, as Mr.. Benson led his
beautiful partner to a seat near the preten.
der to ton, how haze you been this age!-
Why how well you are looking. Laws
me, and so you know Mr.. Vernon. Well
now, do say, how quiet you have all kept
it,"
1t was as Mrs. Belville said. Isabel
Livingston had scarcely replied to the vul-
gar address of her neighbor by distant
though polite inclination of the head, before
she caught the eyes of Vernon fixed upon
her with look of mingled inquiry and
delight, as he bowed and stepped forward
slight blush passed over her beautiful
cheek, and a scarcely perceptible tremor
of the voice might have been detected in
replying to his sautation.
That night mother and daughter held
long consultation, the result of which was,
that Miss Livingston might prove for
midabe rival, and that, therefore, no arts
were to be omitted to detach the fashiona-
BILE and wealthy Mr.. Vernon from her
suite.
Meanwhile, Vernon reached his room,
and throwing himself abstractedly into a
large armchair, sat for nearly an hour with
his face leaning on his hand. At length he
started up, and pacing the room rapidly,
exclaimed, as if continuing train of
thought.
Isabel Livingston is far more beautiful
than ever dreamed she could be. Yes !
and once loved her--at last told her so.
wonder if she would refuse me now" and
he paused before the glass. "Pshaw it is
idle TO think so. True, she is not more than
half as wealthy as this inanimate little fool,
Miss Belville but then, there is the vulgar
mother, and coarse father of the latter
Isabel has none of these. never saw their
vulgarity so plainly as did to night. Ali
forgot, there is that GOODNESS showed to
Isabel when her other uncle disappointed
every ones expectations in emitting her in
his will I'm cursedly afraid she's not for
gotten it. But, then, how could one know
she would ever become an heiress! It's
deucedly unlucky, now. l think of it, that
never called on her in New York after my
return from Europe. But faint heart
never won fair lady;' and besides, if Isabel
ever loved me, ASH really think she once
did, it's not so difficult matter for Henry
Vernon to re-kindle that affection in her
bosom. Besides, I'm really making hero
ic sacrifice in giving up fortune twice as
large for my old fame"
From that time Vernon was almost al
ways at the side of the beautiful Isabel
Livingston. He rode with her, sang with
her, danced with her. promenaded with her,
and did this too, without rival, for her
former sutton, Mr.. Benson. had been CON-
PEELED to return to New York by business,
and few cared to enter the lists against so
resistless a beau as Vernon. Everybody
declared that they were already affianced
lovers, or they soon would be so, except the
Belvilles, whose chagrin could not be con-
cealed, and who sneered even at the proba-
biity of such thing.
Vernon, however, was not so well satisfied
with his progress as was the world at large.
His knowledge of the sex told him that the
conduct of Isabel toward him, was not ex-
acty that of one whose affections he had
anew engaged. She was too easy, too
composed, possessed of too much quiet
calmness as all times, not to awaken uneasy