Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1841-1853, 1851-05-29
INDIANA STATE SENTINEL.
rFrOm the Drawing Room companiOn.l
Love in a Cottage
A sKETCH-BY THE OLD 'UN.


"playing wallAower'' for the moment at military
ball.
'sJuIia Heathcote, )" answered Charles, with half
sigh, Gan old fame of mine. / proposed, but she
refused me's
Son what grounds''
'sSimply because had a comfortable income.
Her head is full of romantic notions and she dreams
of nothing but love in a cottage. She contends that
poverty is essential to happiness-snd money its
bane."
ssHase you given up all hopes of her!''
ssEntirely-in fact, Pm engaged"
t'Then you have no objection to my addressing this
dear romantic angel'''
"None whatever. But see my fancss-excuse
me, must walk through the next quadrille with
her"
Frank Belmont was stranger in Boston, New
Yorker-immensely rich and fashionable, but his re-
putation had not preceded him, and Charley Hastings
was the only man who knew him in New England.
He procured an introduction to the beauty from one
of our managers and soon danced and talked himself
into her good graces. In fact, 1t was clear case oil
love at first sight on both sides.
The enamored pair were sitting apart, enjoying
most delightful tete-atete Suddenly Belmont heaved
adeep sigh.
ssWhy do you sigh, Mr. Belmonti'' asked the fair
Julia, somewhat pleased with this proof OF senslbiity
"Is not this gay scene!"
"Alasl yes" replied Belmont gloomily; "but fate
does not permit me to mingle babituaily In scenes
like this. This only makes my ordinary life doubly
gloomy-and even here seem TO see the shadow OF
a iend waving away. What right have to be
here?"
'What 6end do you alude to!" asked Miss Heath
cote, with increasing interest.
CA fend hardly presenable in good society,"" re-
piled Belmont, bitterly. 'One could tolerate Me-
phistopheles-a digni6ed fend with his pocket full
Of money-but my tormentor, if personhed, would
appear with seedy boots and a shocking bad hal"
''How abSurd!''
eft is too true" sighed Belmont 'and the of
this 6end is POUerty!''
care you poor!"
eyes, madam. | am poor and when would fain
render myself agreeable in the eyes of beauty-in
the eyes Of one could love, this end whispers me,
beware, you have nothing to offer but love In cot
tage,'"
and voice of unusual animation, although there
are sordid souls in this world, who only judge the
merits of individual by his pecunary possessions,
am not one of that number. respect poverty
there is something highly poetical about it, and
imagine that happiness Is ofener found IN the humble
cottage than beneath the palace roof"
Belmont appeared enchanted with this encourag-
ing avowal The next day, after cautioning his
friend Charley to say nothing of his actual circum-
stances, he called on the widow Heathcote and her
fair daughter in the character of the poor gentle
man." The widow had very different notions from
her romantic offspring, and when Belmont candidly
confessed his poverty when requesting permission to
address Julia, he was very politely requested to
change the subject and never mention 1t again.
The result of all this maneuvering was an elope-
ment, the belle of the ball jumping out Of the cham
Der window on shed and coming down flight OF
steps to reach her lover for the sake Of being
tic when she might just as well have walked out OF
the front door.
The happy couple passed day in New York city,
and then Frank took his beloved to his GO COTTAGE
An Irish hack conveyed them to miserable shan
ty in the environs Of New York. where they alighted
and Frank, escortng the bride into the apartment
which served for paror, kitchen and drawing-room,
and was neither papered nor carpeted, introduced
her to his mother, much in the way Claude Melnotte
presents Pauline. The old woman, who was pealing
potatoes, hastily wiped her hands and face with a
greasy apron, and sauted her darer, as she call
ed her, on both cheeks.
''Can it be possible thought Julia, that this
vulgar creature is my Belmont's mother?''
Frank" screamed the old woman, "you'd bet
ter go right up stairs and take off them cothes-or
the boys been arter 'em more N fifty times
"Frank borried them clothes, ma 'am," she added
to Julia, by way ofexplanation, o look smart wher
he went down east"
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, shabby black
coat, out at the elbows, ragged black vest, and in
stead of his vanished leather boots, pair of i'm
mense cowhide brogans.
tsNow, - said he sitting quietly down by the cook
ing stove, I begin to feel at home. All this is de-
ightful, isn't it, dearest? ?" and he warbled:
Though so humble, there's no place like home"
JuIia's heart swelled so that she could not utter
word.
'sDearest," said Frank, eel think you told me you
had no objection to smoking!' 20
None in the least " said the bride, rather like
the flavor of a cigar
go, cigar 20 replied Belmont, I" that would new
er do for poor man."
And o, horror ~ he produced an old clay pipe
and filling it from little newspaper parcel OF tobac
co, began to smoke with keen relish.
Dinner dinner!'' he exclaimed atlength; cab
thank you, mother, Pm as hungry as bear. Cod
fish and potatoes, Julia-not very tempting fare-bu
what of that our aliment is love 20
Yes--and by way of treat" added the old wo
man, "l've been and gone and bought whole pin
of Albany ale, and three cream-cakes from the can
dy shop next block"
Poor Julia plead indsposition and could not eat
mouthful. Before Belmont, however, the codfst
and potatoes, and the ale and cream-cakes disappear
ed with very unromantic and unlover-ike velocity
AT the close Of the meal laundering double knock
was heard at the door,
Come inl'' cried Belmont.
A w-browed man, in green waistcoat, entered
stNow, Mistner Belmont" he exclaimed, in
strong IIibernisn accent, 'sare We ready to go t
work. BY the powers. if don't yez saited to
morrow On the shop-board, I'll discharge We withou
character nd We shall sarve on the top OF that
Tomorrow morning, Mr.. Maloney," replied Bel
mont, meekly, 'I'll be at my post.'
'sAnd it'll be mighty healthy for you to do thu
same" replied the man as he retired,
"Beluiont-speak-tel me-" gasped Julia, s'wh
is that man-that loaferi''
sHe is my employer % answered Belmont, smiling
"And his profession!'
CHE IL tailor"
"And you!'
cam iourneyman tailor at your service labo
ricus and thaniless calling il ever was to me-bu