The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1854-05-11
The white Curl Papers.


"You'rc hateful, tantalizing thing !"
cried Miss Popkin, the pretty mantau-
maker, to her late lover, Mr.. Augustus
Tenon, young carpenter, who had just
set up for himself, and was to have
married the petulent beauty, whom he
had accused of the objectionable sin Of
flirting.
every well, julia it's all very well, :"
said the young man, in that tone which,
whatever the words may be, expresses
that everything is as wrong as possible.
{" Have it as you like. am glad l
found you out in season."
And | found out your hateful tenn
per long ago. What a miserable crea-
ture should have been, if | had married
you, ha ha ha - and the pretty
creature laughed bitterly and hysteric-
ally.
Now we'vd sawed it off square,"
said the carpenter, otis no use to have
any splicing and joining work afterwards.
l mean the separation shall be final"
Our minds agree on that NATTER"
said the young lady, tartly. She flew to
O table, tore 'em into bits-and here are
your false letters to me-all full of false
hoods, sir-chock full"
"They weren't half 50 tender as those
you wrote to me-" returned the carpen-
ter.
You're vile creature ~ screamed
the little nilliner. And she tore out Of
her bosom "a miniature she worn there
for weeks, and hurled it at the offender.
Take your picture back. That was
false, too, like all the rest. 1t was
shockingly fattered."
cit happened to be daguerrcotypc,"
said the young carpenter as he pocketed
the affront.
"Begone, sir - cried the young lady,
stamping her feet
"I obey you with pleasure replied
the rejected one I" | wish you JOY Of
your new conquest. Frizzle is charm
ing fellow fifty at least-wears one of
his own wigs. overheard you last
night assuring him that he was the first
that ever touched your maiden heart
and you only secured the little wcazen-
faced booby by that falsehood."
With these singing words the young
man withdrew What had severed these
young hearts, The merest trifes that
often lay waste the gardens of this world
-thoughtlcss quctry-- filtration on the
other side, and groundless jealousy OF
the other. But the rupture had been
effected, and now, to render it irremedi-
able, the fair Julia FASTENED to secure
her withered beau.
Frizze, the barber, had that morning
received a n,te from the fair one, re-
questing his professional services, to
dress her hair for a ball, to which they
were both invited, and ho came to ar
range her raven locks and plead his love
at the same time. He was little time
worn, wcazen faced fellow, prodigiously y
elf-conceited, and more exacting and
Jealous in his disposition than even the
young carpenter.
lie soon made his appearance, paic
his respects, and commenced his duties
"What delightful occupation - h,
murmured, as he leaned over the head
of his ipamordta-" thus to arm beauty
for conquest. And to feel that Will,
we are preparing her for admiration, hcl
heart beats only for her armorer. "
And have none Of the fine ladies
whose head you dress, ever touched
your heart, Julius 7" asked Miss Pop
kin. "Don't pull my back hair So"
" Can you ask me !" murmured
!, FrizSle. "No no eyes ever touched
! my soul till yours beamed upon it," saic
: the enamored barber. "And your
heart, dearest was untouched, notwith
:. : tanding the world gave you that 'tupic
. blockhead, Tenon !"
!, 81 didn't love him ono bit l endur
: : ed his company, because 1 had nobod.
else to 60 about WITH" answered Julia
readily, but not without secret twing'
of conscience.
n Frissle was taking of the curl paper
o but that did not prevent bis talking
yet be Was suddenly silent