Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1851-03-27
S E L ECT TALE.
MIR. SMITH.
A Supplement to "Mrs. Washington Potts"
BY MISS LESLIE.
TConcluded.]

1he remainder OF the morning passed Pleas-
antly away; and about noon MyrtIlla Cheston
and her companions, returning from their ram
ble, gave notice that the carriages from town
We're approaching. Shortly after there appear
ed at the entrance of the wood, several vehicles
filled with ladies' and gentlemen, who had pre-
ferred this mode of conveyance to coming up
in the early boat. Most of the company went
to meet them, being curious to see exactly who
alighted
When the last carriage drew up, there was
a buzz all round There is the Baron-there
is the Baron Won Klingenberg usual, with
Mrs. Blake Bentley and her daughters
After the new arrivals had been conducted
BY the Chestons to the house, and adjusted
their dresses, they were shown into what was
considered the drawing-room part of the
woods, and accommodated with seats But it
was very evident that Mrs. Blake Bentley's par
ty were desirous of keeping chiefly to them
selves, talking very loudly to each other, and
seemingly resolved to attract the attention of
every one round.
Bromley said Mrs. Quimby, having called
Capt. Cheston to her; is that Baron1'
THAT is the Baron Won klingenburg'
Well-between ourselves, he's about as
ugly man as ever | laid my eyes on. At
least he looks SO at that distance A clumsy
fellow with high shoulders, and round back,
and his face all over hair and as handy as he
can be, besides. And he's not bit young,
neither
'Barons never seem to me young said Miss
Turretville,a "a young lady of the romantic school;
but Counts always do
/ declare even Mr.. Smith is better looking
pursued Aunt Quimby. fixing her eyes on the
Baron; don't you think so, Miss1'
i think nothing about him, replied the fair
Turretville. Mr. Smith, said Myrtilla,
perhaps he is not actually ugly, and if prop
erly dressed might look tolerably-but he is
too meek, and too weak-I wasted much time
in trying to entertain him as sat under the
tree, but he only looked down and simpered,
and scarcely ventured word in reply. One
thing is certain, shall take no further account
of him.
Now Myrtilla, it's shame TO set your face
against the poor man in this way. dare say
he is very good
That is always said of stupid people,
No doubt ii would brighten him wonderful
" if you were to dance with him when the
ball begins
Dancer said Myrtilla, dance with him
Do you suppose he knows either step or
figure No no, shall take care never TO ex-
hibit myself as Mr.. Smiths partner-and
beg of you Aunt Quimby, on no account,
10 hint such thing to him. Besides,
am already engaged three sets deep'-and she
ran away on seeing that Mr.. Smith was ap-
proachiug.
well, Mr.. Smith'-said the old lady
have you been looking at the shows of the
place. And now, the greatest show of all has
arrived-the Baron of Clickanbeg-have you
seen hint
Il believe l have'-replied Mr.. Smith.
you wander about like lost sheep, Mr.
Smith said Aunt Qnimby, protectingly-
and look as if you had not word to throw at
dog-so sit down and talk to me. There's a
dead log for you. And now you shan't stir
another step till dinner-time' Mr.. Smith
seated himself On the dead log, and Mrs Quinn
by proceeded wish, though, we could find
places little nearer to the Baron and his la
dies, and hear them talk. Till to-day | never
heard nobleman speak in my life-having had
no chance. But after all, dare say, they have
voices much like other people-did you ever
happen to hear any of them talk when you liv-
ed in England =
'Once or twice, | believe'-said Mr.. Smith.
'Of course-(excuse me Mr.. Smith)-but
of course they didn't speak to you'
'IfI recollect rightly, they chanced to have
occasion TO do so.'
'On business, ! suppose do noblemen 90 to
shops themselves, and buy their own things
Mr. Smith Just please to tell me what line you
are in
Mr.. Smith looked very red, and cast down
his eyes am in the tin line'-said he-after
pause. 81
The tin line ei-well-never mind-though,
10 be sure, did not suspect yon were a tin
ner. Perhaps you do little also in the Japan
way!'
'No'-replied Mr.. Smith magnanimously-
Il deal in nothing but tin-plain tin
Well, if you think of opening shop in
Philadelphia, am pretty sure Billy Farfowl
will give you his custom; and I'll try to get
Mrs Pauypan and Mrs. Ketileworth to buy all
their tins of you
Mr.. Smith bowed his head in thankfnlness.
'One thing I'm sure Of continued Aunt
Quimby, you'll never be the least above your
business And dare say after you get used
to our American ways. and little more ac-
quainted with our people, you'll be able to take
courage and hold up your head, and look about
quite pert .I
Poor Mr.. Smith covered his face with his
hands, and shook his head, as if repelling the
possibility of his ever looking pert.
The Baron Won Klingenberg and his party
were all on chairs, and formed an impervious
qronp-Mrs. Blake Bentley sat on one side of
him, her eldest daughter on the other; the Sec
ond and third Misses Ben,leys directly in front;
and the fourth young lady of eighteen, who
affected infaatile simplicity and passed for
~ seated herself innocently on the grass at