Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1854-04-13

ner that she felt quite obliged to him for the
interest he evinced in the matter, aud his
evident desire to crafty her taste. He talk
ed on great many other subjects than that
of wine, and Mrs. Courlenav though, him
a very sensible and agreeable man. Final
ly, he departed highly satisfied with his Vi
sit-perfectly certain that there must be
large join,ure in this case, aud only doubt
ful as 10 those 'confounded limitations"
He felt lha, in case Of this importance
he must not make false step. There
could be no doubt of Mrs. Courlenay being
"a lady Of very great attractions, independent
of pecuninry ones. He flatered himself he
had made fair mpression-here Mr.. Pom
tao might have been observed to pull down
his waislcos, rather vioIently-.he waist
coats of middIe-aged gentleman in general,
and wine merchants in particular, often e.
vlncing strong upward tendencies. II,
thought he, make further advances to this
lady. may commit myself, and find on: my
error too late; or as am of sensitive dispo-
silion, may really allow my affections TO
become entangled by this extremely fa-cIn-
ating lady, and thus be led into mattimony
even through prudential cons lderalions for
bid it. And then, what remains for me ?
A wrec,hed seven or eight hundred a-year
or the counting house. No! ! mus. see
my wsv clearly and at once.
Mr.. Pontiac, therefore. took an early op-
portunly of calling on his friends, the
Browns. Mrs Brown alone received him
he was rather glad Of This. He soon man
To, laaI
enay.
"A charming person, is she not :" asked
Ms. Brown.
"DeIIgi,lful - replied Pontiac 'most fas-
cinaling, may say. Very rich, should
magine.o
81 believe so,'' replied Mr.. Brown Sin
deed know it. She had an excelIen. for
tune Of her own, and il was settled entirely
on hersell.'
Pontiac almost jumped in his chair, he
was SO delighted at wha. he heard.
"She ought not to be widow" said he
quite pi!yingly.
Mrs. Brown started at The tone he spoke
in but Immediately afterwards her face had
The most comical expression Of mischief ir
il as she said, hope your visit to her will
lead TO further acquantsnce.f
20 yes, certainly" s'ammered Pontiac,
looking half sheepish. 81 believe am to
call az ,in to see lha, The Madeira is placed
properly in the cellar, and so forlh.''
Mrs. Brown smiled. and Mr. Pontiac hav-
ing learned all he wished to know, took an
early departure. As he walked home he
felt in The highes! state of delight he was
heard to- whistle once or twice, and he be-
slowed siypence on crossings sweeper. A
fortune of her own, and se,lled on herself !
Come, there could be no ''IImitalion' in this
case. a: all events.
The Madeira was sen, in, snd Mr.. Pom
lac again called in Iletlfnrd street to see
that i, was properly slowed in the cellar.
Mrs Courtenay ,hough ghl i. very polite and al
lentive Of him to do SO, and fell so grateful
tha. she was more than usually gracious and
fascinating. Mr.. Pontiac took luncheon in
IlerIGord street; and he greatly admired
he plate and wondered bow his own crest
would look on it. The only lhng he did
not like. was a young gentleman who called
Mrs. Cour!enay ''mamma - he would have
preferred The lady being without encum-
brance.
Luncheon was half over when the man
servant entered the room.
'WBters called here to-day, ma am" said
he, ''about the g,ev horse.'
.:Very wel," replied his mistress. "Fred-
ey, DEAR turning 10 her son, Z" don't let ne
forget TO tell your papa this evening thai
"Us - Mr.. Pontac actually gave q lislle
helf stuffed cry al those fearful words, ,"yOul
papa.'
Mrs. Courtensy looked at him in a
Iarm.
! q beg - pardon-a lislle - sort Of {
-spssm," said Pontiac, as red as turkey.
cock, and Jerking each word ou. separately
as with violent elI,u-"l.'s quite gone
now.'
The lady looked satisfied, and finished
her sentence to her son touching his papa
MIR. Pontiac beat hasly retreat, Mrs
Courlenay assuring him of her gratitude
hoping she nigh, have the pleasure of in
PRODUCING him to Mr. Courenay shortly.
! In the stree! the poor man painted fol
breath. The shock had been tremendous
To fancy that the fascinating, gey, hand
some, rich, Mrs. Courtenay. with her own
fortune settled on herself, was not widow
at all i. but married woman, with a real
live husband! And here had he been vast
ing his time about a wrelched quarter cask
of Madeira The solitary bit of consolation
left him was a professional one-ihe Ma
deira was half Cape and trf'e Marsala.
Mr.. Pontiac never paid another visit te
Hertford street bu. he sent in his bill as
soon as he decenlly could, and charged the
VINE TO s.-Courlenay, Esq"
One failure never daunts bave man
and that Mr. Pontiac was brave aian, VIZ
! have already shown ilom HE moIe !ae' .