Fremont weekly freeman. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1850-1853, 1851-06-21
M tsrflIa ue Q II . .
From the Drawing Room Companion.
1al te Love in a Cottage.
4 SKETCH -BY THE OLD TN

I tesN.a 5hETCh by THE OLD ONs
/ Tell me Charley, who is that facinating
creature in blue that waltzes so diyinely 2
asked young Frank Belmont friend Charles
Hastings, as they stood playing wall'fower'
for moment at a military ball.
Julia Heatheote,' answered Charles, with
half sigh, an old flame Of mine, Iproposcd
but she refused me-
sOn what ground p -
Simply because had comfortable income.
Her head is full Of romantic notions, and she
bdreams of nothing but love in a cottage. She
contends that poverty is essential to ohappiness
and money its bane,'s si,ssa 4. Il pa.t,s,a y
Have you given up all hopes of her 2
'Entireiy-in fact I'm engaged
Then you have no objection tony address
ling this dear romantic angelo aaa si
None whatever. But see my fla Gee
excuse me, must walk through the next qua
idriIle with her.
Frnnk Belmont was a stranger in Boston; a
! New Yorker; immensely rich and fashionable,
| but his reputation had not preceded him. and
Cha-ley Hastings was the only man who knew
Ihim in New England. He procured an intro
Iduc.ion 10 Ike beauty from one Of our mana
gers, and soon danced and talked himself in
to her good gTnees In fact it was clear
case of love at first sight on both sides. .a .
The enamored couple were sitting apart en-
ioying a delightful tete-a-tete Suddenly Bel
mont heayed deep sigh. .
| Why do YOU sigh, Mr.. Belmont p asked
tthe far Julia. somewhat pleased with this
proof of sensibiIity9 is not this gay scene?'
.Alasl yes 9 replied Belmont gloomily;--
/ i'but fate does not permit me to ningie habit
ually 10 scenes like this. This only makes my
1ordinary life double gloomy and even here
seem to see shadow Of fend waving me
away. What right have TO be here?' Il.
! 90 'What fend doyou allude to?' asked Miss
4 Hdalhcote, with hincreasing interest aa,a97I
T. "A iiend hardly presentable in good society,
Ireplied Belmont, bitterly. zone could tolerate
4 d Mephistopheles-- dignifed iend with his
pocket full of money--but my tormentOr, if
Ipersoni6ed, would appear with seedy boots
and lrshockipg bad hat a u57 sa saL
i How absurd!' -...E ..-...s. e
i 1t is true.' sighed Belmont, and the name
ofth 6endis PorertyP f3. 95s ="
n .Are you poor ?'i.@ iadi aag la7# 3 1e f,
i Yes madam. I am poor, and when would
fain render myself agreeable in the eyes OF
beauty-in the eyes of the one l could love
this fiend whispers me, beware, you have
nothing TO offer but love in cottage Ha
'Mr Belmont said Julia, with sparkling
leyes and a voice of unusual animation, 'altho
.lthere are sordid souls in this, world, who only
Judge the merits of an individual by his pecu-
mary possessions, am not one ofthatnumberi
| respect poverty; there is something highly
poetical aboutit, and imagine that happiness
is oftener found in the humble cottage than
beneath the palace roof e.
Belmont appeared enchanted with this en-
couraging avowai. The next day, after eau
tioning bis friend Charley to say nothing Of
his actual circumstances, he called on the wild
ow Heathcote and her fair daughter inihe
character of a poor gentleman. The widow
had very different notions from her romantic
daughter, and when requesting permission tc
address Julia, Belmont candidly confessed hi:
poverty, he was very politely requested tc
change the subject and never mentionit again
The result of all this maneuvering was al
elopement, the belle of the ball jumping out o
the chamber window. on shed, und comins
down fight of steps to meet her lover, for th'
y sake of being romantic. when she might jus
as well have walked out at the front door.
The happy couple passed a day in New
n York city, and then Frank took his beloved t
his cottage
An Irish hack conveyed them to misera
BILE shanty in the environs of New York, wher
they alghted, and Frank, escorting the brid
into the apartment which served for parloi
9 kitchen and drawing room, and was neithe
papered nor carpeted, introduced her to hi
mother, much in the way Claude Melnotte pre-
d sents Pauline. The old woman who was peel
ing potatoes, hastily wiped her hands and fac
with greasy apron, and saluted her 'darter
as she called her, on both cheeks