The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1850-11-07
W O e L L A IT z 0 U S :.
Marrying for TEozae
BT MRS. Il. F. AIEs.

"Hang II all, Frank, how dull you are
| asked you 10 accompany me 10 day, in
hopes that you would help me TO drive off
legion of blue devils that have been pur-
suing me like my shadow for a week or
more, but instead of doing SO, your rever-
enlial step and wo begone image would
give a fellow the horrors with Mirth
standing at his elbow. Come, man, what
has gone wrong with you -
Nothing, assure you; was never in
better spirits. Perhaps l was yielding
somewhat to the dreamy influence that
this soft South wind produces, as it steals
so lazily over the prairie grass and sweet
ly scented flowers; but let me repeat your
question, what has gone wrong with
you g ,"
"Oh, every thing! / get no business,
and | am too proud to go back TO my
father, with the tale of my defeat, as he
assured me | should one day do. The
West is no place for lawyers yet,' he one
day said to me, and l now believe him;
for | have been here year now, and
have not made enough to cover my ex-
penses; but l am determined 10 make a
raise in some manner, and the only visible
one that offers is by marrying
"Oh, that will be no hard matter for
you," replied his companion, in a slightly
perceptible sarcastic tone; "Uncle Jasper
will of course receive with JOY proies-
sional man like yourself into his family"
"Uncle Jasper! uncle dew! | should
make great spec, Frank, marrying Lou
isa Fosworth for money, truly. Why,
what has that old curmudgeon, her father.
got but few sections of wild land !--and
those he will keep as long as he lives, and
ne viii live long enough to preach my
funeral sermon, | will warrant you, if you
care for lease of his life. Marry Louisa
Fosworth for riches !-ha ha! ha
good joke, upon nay soul. But what led
YOU to fancy such thing, Frank 2"
"The very obvious reason that you
have paid more attention to her than any
other young lady in our village since you
came among US"
That may all be, and yet have not
paid her much either; but really | never
thought of her as wife; though, to tell
the truth, think her one of the most am
liable, intelligent, nay beautiful girls that |
ever met, and had she the wealth Of an
other in your village, a few hours at most
would find me at her feet, humbly suing
for her hand-and that other is Sarah
Munson,"
ALLOW me to congratulate you on your
hopes, but unless / am mistaken, there
will be breach Of promise case before
you get through with it, for a more COM
pete coquene verify believe there does
not exist"
"Very likely, but the sex are all more
or less given to 1t, and five thousand dol
bn- rtrht h Of m
excuse for Western belle to play the
coquette; such a needy scamp as am
! ought not TO complain of it, at any rate,
J and | will not; SO good bye to sweet
Louisa Fosworth, and love in a cottage
Heigho | wish that l could afford to
marry her; she will make some fellow
charming little wife, as the ladies say;
don't you think so, Frank 90
His listener replied afiirmatively, and IN
lvelier tone than he had before used in
speaking 10 his companion, and which he
managed TO keep up without any apparent
exertion throughout the day-a day OF
fowling on one of the beautiful prairies in
one of our Western States.
Nor was il any wonder, for to Frank
Willard Louisa Fosworth had been as the
pole star 10 the sea worn Misunderstanding
him on through poverty and sickness, and
the many other heart storms which mark
the life of a western emigrant. Failing In
business in one of the eastern cities, he
had removed with his mother TO one of the
Western States, and. perhaps unadvisedly,
tried his hand at farming. His means en-
abled him to purchase an eight acre lot,
and upon this he commenced operations;
bps he progressed but slowly, for the very
good reason that he had attempted kind
Of business of which he knew nothing.
His cattle were lost by straying away
from him on the broad praries in sum-
mer, and his grain was injured by being
improperly KEEP; in winter, and had ii not
been for the advice of his mother, an en-
ergetic and persevering woman, he would
have abandoned his farm, returned to the
city, and applied for the place OF clerk in
some of the mercantile houses; but she
persuaded him TO persevere, and the next
year everything prospered with him. But
alas when winter came, the Angel of
Death was lowering over his dwelling,
and as the spring flowers sprang from the
eladsome earth, they shrank away from
she newly sodded grave of his beloved