The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1856-12-02
He's nobody but n Printer.
BY C. N. WILLIAMSON.

"Oh he's nobody but printer" exclaimed
Miss Ellen Dupree, a tlltete ring and foppist
girl 10 one of her female friends, who was speak
ing in terms of praise and commentator o.
Mr.. Barton Williams, q young intelligent
Printer.
"Wcll Miss Ellen, you seem to speak as
though Printer was not entitled to respec;a-
billty. | hope you will explain yourself" re-
piled Miss Mary Crossman.
"Well, l hope you will excuse me. do
not think it becoming for u young man who
has to work for living TO try to move in the
society Of those who are his superiors. And
moreover, he might win the affection of girl
superior to him IN worth and rank; and then
90 you think her parents would be pleased
| know would rather be an old maid all
my days than TO marry poor Printer, man
who has to toll day by day, and then, Oh
think Of being ranked among the poorl"
winkcd out Miss Dupree.
"Then you think that they are beneath
youl"
ayes, ma'am, Of course"
"Bolh in world and intellect, too, l suppose,
do youg
"Ycs, everything"
"Arc you superior to Franklin, to Black
stone, Gambcll, and many other eminent
men who were Printers! Or do you believe
your int llectual powo soar above those of a
Greeley, or Willis, and many other destin-
gushed Printers of the present day"
"> h, now and then you may find a respect
able one; but they are few and far between.
AS for Mr.. Williams, do not think him a
Franklin, or a Blackstone, or anything else
much"
"Nor do / consider him Franklin or a
Blackstone, either; but do think him very
intelligent, handsome young man, and | ex-
pect to treat him as SUCH"
"Well expect to consider him beneath my
notice"
"Now, Miss Dupree, think you ought to
reflect upon what you are saying, and have
some respect for my feelings. You know not
what you may come to before you die"
swell, don't think will ever come to be
tho wife of a Printer, or anybody who has to
labor; nor do / intend to countcnance such,
other"
Miss Crossman remained silent for some
time, while her face redeemed with indigna-
tion-Mr. Williams was her lover, and a very
COOL looking man he was He was of ordi-
nary size, fair complexion, dark hair,
and whskers jet black, and high and prom
inent forehead lively and intleigent in conver-
saton, and fluent and affable in his address.
A gentle rap was heard at the door, and
the servent Immediately announced Mr.. Will
Jams.
He entered the parlor, and Miss Crossman
arose and introduced them.
Miss Dupree, Mr.. Williams"
Miss Dupree, affected to be polite, she re-
turned slight bow, and coolly said -
"Good evening SIR" fiti
Mr.. Williams and Miss Crossman conversed
freely, mostly on literary subjects, upon which
both were well posted; and of course they
entertained each other pleasantly, while Miss
Dupree sat as though she was in despair, now
and then giving lazy nod as assent to any
thing said to her. Mr.. Williams has gone,
and Mrs Dupreo turned to Miss Crossman
and said -
Mary, am really astobished at you.--
You arc certainly in love with that fellow
Well you may do as you like, but can as
sure you, I'll never condesccnd to keep COM
pany with printer" mumbled Miss Duprec.
Miss Duprec took her leave, and Miss
Crossman was left to think Of love and mat
rimony, and future bliss. -
SEQUEL. hff
Ten years were past. A man and his wife
were seated before blazing fire. The cre-
ming was extremely cold, and the wind blew
fierce and keen. Ycs--and the editor of the
Tribune was housed With his wife in their
stately mansion, furnished in the finest style,
and lightcncd brilliantly with costly chande-
lcrs. They were the parents Of four intclli-
gent and interesting children. 1t was about
an hour after sundown, and the bell had rang
for tea. A rap was heard at the door, and
upon opening il, there stood woman, pale
detected, apparently not Ear from the grave.
She had with her.thrcc ragged children, shiv-
cring with the cold: TIE gentleman and la
dy askedthtn in 70 the FIRE.