Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-04-01
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LOVE AND
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BY GEORGE ARNOLD.

Tom BEVERLEY was one Of those unfor
Inmates who are always laboring under
some mighty difficulty, beset by several
thousands of ins~urmountable obstacles.
But, somehow or another, he always
contriyed to overcome these troubles in
the end .and to please himself very well,
until another mighty difficulty arose be-
fore him, and several other thousands Of
obstacles beset him.
Poor Tom Beverley
One of his most brilliant misfortunes,
which occurred last winter, was falling
heels over head in love with an exceed
ingly pretty girl.
I know that the young ladies who read
this will see nothing very unfortunate in
that, and many young gentle en- will
consider it very good piece Of fortune,
the more especially when state that the
exceedingly pretty girl also fell heels
over head in love with Tom Beverley.
But the exceedingly pretty girl had an
aunt-need l say more?
The aunt, Miss Spinela Thorn, was a
grim virgin of forty eight, as ugly as an
unlimited number of hedge-fences, and as
sour in her temper as can be imagined.
Tom Beverley was a jolly, thoughtless
fellow, who loved a good cigar, a friendly
glass of wine, and a frolic, as well as any
mar I know. Therefore, Miss Thorn
and he were at swords points, and a
tacit declaration ofwar was made by the
spinster. as soon as she heard of the
declaration of love which Tom, the mis-
creant, had made to her niece, Kate
Fletcher.
Katie, poor girl, having no parents
living, had been adopted by her aunt, and
had always regarded her as she had the
missionary tea-parties and dolefnl pray
er-meetings which the spinster dragged
her to, some three nights per week-as a
sort of exemplary and necessary inaiction,
the good of which she hoped to appre-
eiate, some time 4" when she became good
enough"
She had thought, too, when Tom Bev.
erley told her he loved her, that it was
very wrong of her not to be Mortified, as
her aunt was, at his wickedness, and told
him so. She said she could never love
him in return, and in proof thereof, she
kissed him. She told him to forget her
and gave him one of her curls to assist
him in so doing. Then she babe him go
never to see her again, and to expediate
his departure, chung to him, and wept Sc
bitterly that poor Tom, who among his
other failings, was susceptible, had to sta
a while longer, to dry her tears and con
sole her.
This he did, and so effectually, too
that when he departed, she was all smiles
instead of tears, and something mysteri
GUS was whispered between them, about
meeting, somewhere, at sometime, Oh
something, that sounded very much like
an engagement for an interview on the
sly.
Young folks will be young folks, and
old folks can't help it.
But Fate, who delights in playing
tricks of a most shabby character, upon
the aforesaid young folks, centrived to
inform Miss Spinela Thorn what danger
her niece was in, and that inestimable
old maid set her foot down that Tom
Beverley should nevermore set his foot
down inside her threshold.
Moreover she took measures to knock
the private interview on the head, and
poor little Katie Fletcher's tears were
undried, that evening, for Tom waited in
vain, at the place of rendezvous, smoking
an unnecessary number of cigars, and &C,
~casionally muttering words which it will
not do to print in such respectable col
umns as these.
Tun dove oftormard 4Ln roelno, L.
livered a pretty little note. in an uptown
district, directed to Mr.. Thomas 3eler
ley.
Although the reading of another's pri
vate correspondence is quite out of the
pale Of good breeding, | cannot sefrair
from letting my dear readers know tht
contents of this delicately perfumed, pale
green note which So elated Tom Bever
ley's heart-till then sadly oppressed
with doubts and fears of his darling
Hates c%onstancy.
This was what she wrote
Ny Own DEAR Ton:
I an so sorry that | could not meet you al
I promised. / always trg to keep my engage
ments, and you kmoao, you dear fellow, that
would do anything for yoa, but aunt Spineli
has actually forbidden me to go out unless 81
accompanies me. Isn't it too bad? I do no
know what we shall do, but I dare say yol
can find some way of seeing me soon again
you are So good at doing queer things-can'
you disguise yourself somehow, and. come t
the house on some bsEsinSss2! Only dom
brighten me by doing anything sudden, that
a dear / shall be very miserable till / SCI
you again, but I'm sure | can't help lovin;