Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1858-04-09
miscellaneous.
From the New York Leader
TWO NIGHTS GAMBLING:
OR,
THE FATE OF A REJECTED LOVER.
By II. W. TRowBRIDGE.

In the outskirts Of the city of San
Francisco, near Rincon Point, stands, or
once stood, a dilapidated mansion, called
ON the miserable sign that hung over
the portals Bachelors Hail." 1t was
the resort of most of the young men of
the city who could not afford the exorbi-
tant charges of the upper class hotels.
In mcanly furnished apartment of
this house, seated beside table, writing
by dim oil lamp that fickered in its
socket, apparently ready to expire, was
a young man of -and-twcnty sum-
mers. The furniture in the room was
scanty, consisting of only the table above
alluded TO, which answered also the pur-
pose of a wash-stand, stool, on which
the young man was seated, and bed
stead that nearly filled the remaining
space IN the chamber.
No earpc, covered the floor, through
the cracks ~ which tSs siSoSssS lftFoilh The
cigars and pipes in the bar-room below,
arose in many a slow and lazy wreath
The sounds OF laughter and the coarse,
vulgar jests Of the jewellers, who, re-
leased from the tolls of the day, we're
enjoying themselves in their own fashion,
often disturbed the young man in his la
bors. But he still worked on as if anx-
ious to have his business performed ere
the night was ended.
Let us take glance over his shoulder !;
he is writing long letter to his sister in
one Of the Eastern States, and as the
steamer sails on the morrow, he wishes
to have it finished ere the morning dawns
Full of loving, encouraging sentences is
that letter pictures of the future dawn
so brightly that they almost dazzled the
eyes of the young man himself, but still
he wrote only what he thought must
sooner or later come to pass. While he
is so engaged, we will examine his per-
sohal appearance.
We have before said that he was about
twenty-five years of age, but to gaze on
that eountenance furrowed with care and
trouble, the passing thought would be
chat ten years added to his age were not
too much I; his hair was as the ravens
plumage black, and fell in graceful curls
upon his neck and shoulders; his face,
expressive of a deep, restless mind, was
covered with heavy, black beard, and
his quick, glancing eye denoted that
changing Of purpose so common TO the
French character, for he was Of French
parentage, though born within the limits
of the United States. His form was
slight, but at the same time hard and
muscular. His clothing was not of the
finest texture, but still it was neat red
shirt becomes not most men, but his was
clean and bright, and the collar was
fastened by black silFncrssFlhief, that
gave it neat appearance which accord
well with his coarse pants, his homespun
belt, through which protruded shining
revolver, and his heavy but we'll polished
boots.
This was FRANCHISE Belvard, as he sat
writing his semi-monthly letter to the
only being on earth with whom he claim
ed kindred, his sister He had finished
his letter, and carefully folding it, placed
in the envelope draft of hundred dol
lars for her support. After bis labor was
ended, he arose from his chair and paced
the room for many moments without
speaking, then taking his coat from a
nail wherein it hung, he put it on, care
fully placing his letter in his pocket and
slouching his sombrcro, he left the room.
As he entered the bar-room below,
many were the invitations rendered him
to stop and take friendly glass, but he
excused himself and took his way to-
wards the post-ofiice where he deposited
his letter. After he left the bar-room,
one Of the jewellers took his pipe from
his mouth and spoke:
81 dun no what's got inter Franc, he
used to be as jolly as any Of us, but since
he's got to be cashier of Brunnell a. Co.,
be never will join us"
"Oh p said another Of the drinkers, as
he swallowed his glass of ardents, "bc's
after that pretty daughter of BrunnclPs
and take his sister in the States and
Alice Brunnell, they have made him
-, III. 49, ;n.ixzA II.