Squatter sovereign., 1857-02-03
Sfliseellaneous.
HE'S NOBODY BUT a PRINTER!
BY C. N. WILLIAMSON.

By G. N. WILLIAMSON.
"Oh!" he's nobody but printer ex-
claimed Miss Ellen Dupree, flittering
and fopish girl to one of her female friends,
who was speaking IN terms of praise and
commendation of Mr.. Barton Williams, a
young, intelligent printer.
We'll, Miss ElleA, you seem TO speak
as though a printer was not entitled TO re-
spectability. Ihope you will explain your
SELF replied Miss Mary Crossman.
"Well, l hope you will excuse me. 1
do not think it becoming for young man
who has to work for living to try to move
in the society of those who are his superb
ors. And, moreover, he might win the af-
fection>of girl superior to him in worth
and rank and then do you think her pa
rents would be pleased; l know would
rather be an old maid all my days than to
marry poor printer, man who has to
to toll day by day, and then, oh thinh of
being ranked among the poor - winked
out Miss Dupree.
Then you think that they are beneath
yous''
eyes, ma am, of course
Both in worth AM intellect, too, I sup
pose. do you 2"
{" Yes, everything"
"Are you superior to Franklin, to a
Blackstone, Gambell and many other
eminent men who were printers? Or do
you believe your intellectual powers soar
above those of a Greeley, or Willis, and
many other distinguished printers of the
present day 2"
"Oh! now and then you may find re-
spectacle one but they are few and far
between. AS for Mr.. Williams, do not
think him a Franklin or Blackstone, or
anything else much"
Nor do | consider him Franklin OF
Blackstone either; but l do think him a
very intelligent, handsome young man, and
intend to treat him as such.'
We'll, expect to consider him beneath
my motto !"
Nov, 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
de-"
"Wel, 1on't think I will ever come to
be the wife Of Il printer, or anybody who
has to labor; nor do l intend to counte-
nance such, either
Miss Cross,nan remained silent for some
time, while her face Redeemed with indig-
nation. Mr.. Williams was her lover, and
very good looking man he was. He was
of ordinary size, fair complexion. dark
hair. and whiskers jet black, and high,
prcmine 1T forehead, lively and intelligent
in conversation, and fluent and affable in
his address.
a gentle rap was heard at the door, and
the servant Immediately announced Mr..
Williams.
Miss Dupree, Mr.. Williams"
Miss Dupree affected 10 be polite, she
returned slight bow. and coolly said:
Good evening, sir"
Mr.. Williams and Miss Crossman con-
versed freely, mostly on literary subjects.
upon which both were we'll posted and OF
course they entertained each other pleas
antly, while Miss Dupree sat as though She
was in despair, now and then giving lazy
nod to anything said to her. Mr.. Williams
has gone, and Miss Dupree turned to Miss
Crossman and said
MARY, am really astonished at you.
You are certainly in love with that fellow.
Well, you may do as you like, but can
assure you, I'll never condescend to keep
company with a printer" mumbled Miss
Dupree.
Miss Dupree took her leave, and Miss
Crossman was left to think of love and mat
rilnony, and future bliss.
Ten years were past. A man and has
wife were seated before a blazing fire.
The evening was extremely cold, and the
wind blew fierce and keen. Yes, and the
editor Of the -- was housed with his
wife IN their stately mansion. furnished in
the finest style, and lighted brilliantly with
costly chandeliers. They were the parents
of four intelligent and Interesting children.
1t was a on, an hour after sundown, and
the bell had rang for tea. A rap was
heard at the door, and upon opening it,