The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1853-09-01
WHOLE NUMBER 127

resting rgainSt the shoulder of a dashing
belle Of the city upon whom rumor had
already fastened dark suspicious, but
whose fathers wealth and influence, still
kept upon the top wave of gentillty, was
the lover of his pure minded sister. Be-
fore them stood the wine bottles and they
only waited for their oysters, to COM
mence their evenings dissipation. Oh,
fatal lures are these oyester and ice
cream saloons, with all their elegance
and show, too often, too often, but the
gilded doors that usher the young un-
suspccting and thoughtless into dens of
deeper and darker intemperance and
crime. Preston started, colored, but
collecting himself instantly, he sprang
quickly to his feet and gave Harrison
kindly grasp of the hand and warm
welcome, inviting him to be seated and
partake with them, at the same time
ordering another dish of oysters and
another bottle.
Not tor me, not for me-" remon-
strated young Grey. " [ never drink
wine under any circumstances, and sell
dom eat oysters, except at my regular
meals; so excuse nae. l heard your
merry laugh, and just called in to ask
the news. Have you got through with
that railroad case -
n dark scowl fitted over the faces of
both the beau and the belle, and with
out giving time for reply to Grey's
question the lady replied with affected
pertness-" Not drink wine, Mr.. Grey'
How very queer; not. teetotaler, [
hope :"
* Yes; a teetotaler. I drink no
beverage stronger than pure water"
" La me- l don't believe water was
ever made to drink, it's so insipid."
& 1t may be, Miss Leland, to those
who indulge daily in bigh seasoned food
and drink, but as do neither, it is very
delicious to my palate"
. You may drink it for all of me-"
SAID the proud beauty, with toss of her
head evidently piqued at the young
mans sobriety. Z" / have no sympathy
With those who make capital out of their
weaknesses. \ man that has not reso-
ution and character enough to use the
rood things of this world without abusing
hem, is no man at all. Come, now, let
ne tempt you to taste this is delicious
beautiful. Come, Mr.. Grey, you
urcly will not refuse a lady"
Yes, even a lady cannot tempt me
rom what l feel is duty"
The lady bit her lip with vexation,
nd Mr.. Grey rose to depart. Preston
oally alarmed and mortified, followed
i'm to the door, and begged him to be
lent; averrins that the lady had met
i'm on the street, and given him ban
II which he could not evade, &c.
Could not evade," said the bold and
rong Harrison Grey, as he again, with
Ill more excited step, strobe along.
If he cannot evade now, will he be able
Go so hereafter, No, no; Mary must
1t be shpwrecked upon such an un-
ncealed breaker He begs me to be
ent. He loves Mary-how can he
'ip IT. But his tone is not that strong
chor deeply bedded in manliness and
rtue that will hold him fast, when the
lrlwind of passion overtakes him, or
rude waves of temptation rock him
and fro. Mary must be warned and
larles must be saved, if possible.n
But Charles Preston was forgotten
pung Grey's hand was upon SQUIRE
tell-kno6; and its eper-
tic ding, ding, ding, forthwith answer
blythe neat kitchen girl, who put all
ler things out Of his head, and turned
philosophy out to take an airipo for
, time being.
1t is not often that one meets 50 fine
'eimen OF womanhood as Kate Boyd.
sylph, nor yet brunette. Her
IS did lot sparkle with jetty blackncss,
melt away in liquid blue. Her hair
neither raven nor faxen, nor vet
e-black, (as Mrs. Southworth talks
nor M golden hued, or rich auburn;
falling In massy ringlets, or done up
massive madonna braids; it was
OF q broUn. Her nose was not
nan, nor aqueline, or snub; it was