Fremont weekly freeman. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1850-1853, 1850-11-16
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THE FLIRT.
From Eliza Cooks Journal.

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such a man."
| "But he has sense; and that is a thing tina
wears better and longer than style'
| 'Pshaw look at him drawing there, witt
his hands fumbling about his breeches pock
cts. That is always a mark of mans breed
ing; when he does not know what to do witt
his hands, depend upon it he is -
'Well-what?
why, little better than BOBBY. I coult
never get on with such a man
tAnd yet you have accepted him.
oh! just because no other is in the way al
present.
Then you are trifiing with that good crea
ture's heart
There, again-good creature! Who evel
heard of your good creature being any thing
but ninny?'
well, it is not my business; but canno
help thinking that you are in fair way O
achieving a very unenviable reputation as a
Say the word-a coquette!'
NO, not coquette-something worse-O
tfirt' z'.
And pray, most sweet coz, tell me the diff
ference
"A eoquette is natural being-full of heart
Eager to be beloved; and she plays off her
pretty graces in order that she may attract
and win lover; coquette is rather rustic
perhaps, butt have known such in a ballroom
like this. But a .Rirt!-'
sAh! do .ell US now what fiirt is
Very welI though you must excuse the
severity of my definition. A tiirt is an artiG-
cial being, very deficient in heart. She has
gay manners, clever repartee, ready sarcasm,
and an unbounded love of admiration from the
other sex. AS she gets tired of one lover, she
throws him off as she would pair of old
gloves, and tries on another and another
What! so many?'
in this course she grows reckless, is often
unfeeling, and generally short-sighted; for she
becomes fade, and then lovers fail to come at
her bidding; and she is surprised in her ad-
vanced womanhood to find that, while she has
made many victims, the greatest of all is her
self In short
well, really, l must cut you short myself.
Who ever heard such rubbish? But here
comes Tom Dublin to relieve me-and think
of us losing such delicious music-the Strauss
Well, Tom?'
You'll take turn, of course? know you
never resist La tascindtionh
And with her head upon his shoulder, his
hand in hers, his arm encircling her beautiful
person, away the couple went round the ball
room to the strains of one of Strauss Waltzes.
A pair of eyes followed them sorrowfully in
their gyrations. William Benson was certainly
out of place in that gay assembly, though his
heart was there. He loved this girl, and had
been facinated by her; for she was intelligent
as well as beautiful. But she was altogether
wanting in heart, it had been fritted away, or
hardened, or closed up, that the most beautl-
full quality of woman's nature had disappeared.
Benson had been already rebufed by her that
night; she thought he had danced clumsily
and certainly the art of moving his limbs about
gracefully, after the most approved style of
dancing masters, had not been cultivated by
him. He was proud and would not conde-
scend to fawn upon her; though he loved, and
had offered himself and been accepted, he
would not presume upon that standing, but
would rather leave her still free to take her
own course. He tho't she studiously avoided
him, for she had hurried away from him across
the room to her cousin, with whom we have
Just found her conversing.
She was certainly beautiful girl. Tall ia
pSi3 anu SOoAN OC AAOIS "a
ing than the round and oval outlines of her
figure as she glided along the floor. Her
dark brown hair enhanced the purity of her
complexion, and her eyebrows arched over a
pair of dark, blue eyes, which glittered with
life, as she turned her delicate little head from
side to side like bird, showing the alabaster
curve of her stately throat. Her mouth was
the sweetest of mouths, deliciously formed,
full of fascination when she smiled; though
sometimes there lurked upon her lips polish
ed curl, which made you fear that her smile
did not quite express the real feeling of the
moment No wonder that ouryouth followed
with aching eyes, and with sad heart the
movements of this beautiful creature.
She felt his eyes were upon her, and she
was the more bent upon piquing him. Asid-
uously avoiding his gaze, she devoted herself
to her partner, whose nature was very congo
nial to her own-a dashing, and rather impcr-
tinent youth.
oh, by the way said he, as he led her
painting to her seat, when does your affair
with Benson come off?'
1mpudenee how dare you:' was her an
swer, Tapping her perfumed handkerchief in
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