Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1857-07-29
BREACH OF MISE.
EYARErIRED LAwYEl

Ia u hLllh LAW
ssIs it possiblei Rose Leavitt ?'' exclaimed
i, as / saw q lady whom 1 recognized as one
of the most beautiful heiresses of Boston en-
ter my office.
81 dare say you are surprised; but my bu-
siness is of a strictly legal character; so you
need not waste any exclamations upon the G.
vent.''
Rose Lsavitt was beauty and heiress, but
she was strange girl for all that. Her father
had died when she was about sixteen, leaving
something like million to be divided be tween
her and her two brothers. Charles and Henry
Leavitt were much older than Rose, and both
OF them had long been settled down as quiet,
orderly business men. They were respectable
in the fullest sense of the word, and were
never known to be erratic in the slightest par
ticular.
Rose seemed to be cast in another and en-
tirely different mould from that in which they
had been formed. At school she had been so
wild, that neither master nor mistress could
control her, She would have her own way-a
popularity to which, I am sorry to say, very
many young ladies are addicted.
For the proprieties of life-I mean for those
set formalites of life, which pass as such in
the world Of fashion-she had sovereign con-
tempt. She hated dandies, hated bellies, ha-
ted pianos, music books, French and German
"methods, - in fact, she seemed strikingly dis
posed to live out her existence after the die
tates of her own fancies, or her caprices, as
the reader may choose to regard it.
She had passed into her twenty-frst year,
TO aok
tention of the world at large to her. Her
whims had only been manifested in the school
room, or at the home of the eldest brother with
whom she resided.
She was now twenty two, and was in fair
way to become an historical character, as l
shall soon inform the reader. OF course Rose
had profusion of lovers heiresses always
find them as plenty as snow fakes at Christ
mas. But Rose very summarily disposed of
this crowd, by selecting from them one who
was certainly very superior follow. He was
not rich, and had not been very forward in his
attentions, until it was plain to him, and all the
world, that she had taken fancy to him.
Charles Carpenter was poor, but he sincerely
loved the maynard girl, and would not have
bent at her shrine, If he had not loved her.
Then Rose. after she had secured him in her
tolls, as the spider does the fly, seemed a lit
tie disposed to play the coquette. Now Charles
Carpenter had not assurance enough to deal
with a coquettisl heiress. He was not man
of the world. He was conscious of the vast
difference in their social position, and when
she began to f1irt with another, he did not re-
sent it; but seemed to regard it asa change of
sentiment on her part, to which he could offer
no reasonable objection. Calmly yielding to
the fate which denied him the bliss of being
loved, he let ssconcealment like worm IN the
bud, feed on his damask check
Rose tiirted. A new star had risen in the
armament Of that circle in which she moved,
IN the person of Mr.. Sampson Deele. He had
lately come from Baltimore, was the son of a
merchant prince, owned fine estate on the
Rappahannock, in Virginia, with two hundred
negroes; in fact, his surrounding was every
thing that could be desired.
Rose firted with him, and Mr.. Sampson
Deele was as constant as the needle to the
pole. Soon the Irritation assumed more se-
rious aspect. The elegant gentleman was ev-
er by her side, and she never failed to smile
upon him. Poor Carpenter gave ND all for
lost, and never intruded upon her presence.