The Planters' banner. [volume] (Franklin, Attakapas Co., Lou.) 1849-1872, 1851-06-14
Love in a Cottage.
A SKETCH.

divinelyp asked young Frank Belmont
Of his friend, Charles Hastings, as they
stood aplaying wall-fower" for the
moment at military ball.
"Julia Heathcote," replied Charles,
with half sigh, "an old fame Of mine,
I proposed, but she refused me-"
"On what groundw w -....
"Simply because | had comfortable
income. Her head is full of romantic
notions, and she dreams of nothing but
love in cottage She contends that
poverty is essential TO happiness, and
money its bane.o -...l--
slave you given up all hopes of
ner 2"
Entirely--in fact, Fm engaged"
"Then you have no objection to my
addressing this dear, romantic angel 2"
"None whatever. But / see my
fancee-eXcuse me-t must dance the
next quadrile with her."
Frank Belmont was stranger in
Boston "a New Yorker-immensely
rich and fashionable, but his reputation
had not preceded him, and Charley
Hastings was the only man knew him
in New England He procured an in
PRODUCTION to the beauty from one of the
managers. and soon danced and talked
himself into her good graceS. In fact,
it was a clear case of love at first sight
on both sides.
The enamored pair were sitting apart,
enjoying a most delightful tete-a-tete-
Suddenly Belmont heaved a deep sigh
why do you sigh, Mr.. Belmont" 2"
asked the fair Julia. somewhat pleased
with this proof of senSibility. Is not
this gay scene @
"Alas! yes,' replied Belmont, rather
gloomily: bnt fate does not permit me
to mingie habi.ually in scenes like this.
They only make my ordinary life more
gloomy-and even here seem TO see
the shadow Of fend waving me away.
What right have | to be here?"
What fiend do you allude to :" in
quired Miss Heatheote. with increased
interest
"A hend hardly presentable in good
society," replied Belmont bitterly
Gone could tolerate Mephistophiles
"a dignified tiend, with his pockets
full of money-but my tormentor, if
personified, would appear with seedY
boots and shocking bad hat.n
How absurdW p
'.Itis too true,n sighed Belmont, "and
the name of this fiend is Poverty"
= Are ynn poor ~
@Yes. madam, ! am poor; and when
I would fain render myself agreeable
in the eyes of beauty-in the eyes of
one I could love, this fiend whispers
me, beware, you have nothing to ofter
but love in a cottage.'H
MIR. Belmont said Julia, her eyes
sparkling, and in voice of unusual AMI
nation; "although there are soFdid
souls in this world, who only judge Of
the merits of an individual by his pecu-
MARY possessions. am not one of that
number. | respect poverty; there is
something highly poetical about 1t, and
imagine that happiness is more often
found in the humble cottage than be-
meath the palace roof"
Belmont appeared enchanted with
this encouraging avowal. The next
day, after oautioling his friend to say
nothing of his actual circumstances he
called on widow Heathoote and her fair
daughter, in the character of the "poor
| gentleman" The widow had very
| different notions from her romantic off
spring, and when Belmont candidly
confessed his poverty when requesting
permission to addressed julia, he was
very politely requested to change the
subject and never mention if again.
| The result of all this maneuvring
was an elopement-the belle of the
bail jumping out of chamber window
on q shed ard coming down flight of
steps TO reach her lover, for the sake of
being romantic, when she might just
as well have walked out Of the front
door. ,s
The happy couple passed day in
New York city, and then Frank took
his beloved to his cottage"
| An Irish hack conveyed them to a
miserable shanty in the environs of
New York, where they alighted, and
Frank, escorting the bride into the
apartment which served for parlor and
kitchen, and was neither papered nor
carpeted, introduced her to his mother,
much in the way Claude Melnotte pre-
seuts Pauline. The old woman, who
was pealing potatoes, hastily wiped her
hands and face with a greasy apron. and
saluted her "darter," as she called her
on both cheeks.
"Can it be possible" thought Julia,
sfthat this vulgar creature is my hus-
bands mother 2"
"Frankm screamed the old woman,
"You'd better go right up stairs and
take off them clothes-the boys been
arter 'em more'n fifty times. Frank
borried them clothes, ma'am," added
she to Julia, by way of explanation, "to
look smart when he went down east.n
The bridegroom retired on this hint,
and soon re-appeared in a pair Of faded
nankeen pantaloons, reaching to about
the calf Of the leg, a very shabby black
coat, out at the elbows, a ragged black
I. vest, and instead Of his fine vanished
leather boots, pair Of immense cow
hide brogans.
| 3Now.s said he. quietly sitting down