Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1857-1865, 1859-10-07
From the New York Mercury.
MANIFEST DESTINY.
BY GEORGE MARTIAL.

"Ten thousand year. ma am--ten thou
sand year." said old Tulle, of the firm of
Tulle, DAlencon & Co., bringing his fist
heavily down upon the table. That's the
rate we are living at ma am"
Quite likely" answered his spouse,
cody DINNER parties and soirees
are SO expensive, and Blanche and | can
never wear the same dress twice. It's
really dreadful, but what is, to be done2"
"But tell you | can't afford it. ma am
What do care how the hills are contrac-
ted, if can't raise the money to pay
them
Your real estate"
"ls mortgaed to the last road"
Your credit" arl -,
Haven't any. ma 'am--you give too
many parties for that"
"IfI do, / dom keep an asylum for poor
relatives" n
"No! I'll be sworn you don't; notwith-
standing which, ma am if choose to give
my dead brothers child home, shall do
it, ma am; and we will try what little re.
trenchment will do, ma am. Sell off those
ormolo tables and India vases that I'm
forever breaking my neck over, maam.
Send off the coachman. ma'am, who is a
finer gentleman than his master Dismiss
your lady's-maid,, ma am, ard give orders
TO shut the door in the face Of few Of
those French women, whom Tn always
meeting on the back stairs,-Perhaps that
will achieve the purpose quite as well,
ma am, as turning poor little Violet out
of doors"
"Shall you go to Saratoga with us7" ask
ed Mrs. Tulle as pincidly as though she
had not heard word of the foregoing
TRADE. 81 think we shall start on Mon
day. intend to marry Blanche of, this
season"
"Lct her wear her dress higher in the
neck, and dance the polka less, then, "
growlcd old Tulle.
"She shall take pattern by Mss Violet,
sweetly replied Mrs. Tulle. as with pro-
found courtesy she sailed from the room.
Blanche Tulle was tall girl with a
pink and white complexion, full, bold eyes
faxen hair. turned back Ia Eugenie, and
fashionable air What else remained of
her was hoops, full skirts. and French
dress maker. She could ride fast horse.
play good game at billiards, tell real lace
at sight, and stare down any one prettier
or NOR modest than herself
She was an accomplished dissemblor, an
audacious coquette, an un'iring dancer,
and little-very little fast-'fast in her
manner. 1t is needless, therefore, to say,
she was a watering. place belle-n nothwith-
standing which gratifying fact, Mrs. Tulle
was uneasy.
Have you noticed Ophelia Organdi?'
she asked her daughter, as they we're dress
/ in for dinner, shortly after their arrival
at Saratoga. "She is really quite passe.
She was most beautiful girl She came
out the season before you, and every one
raved about her; but she didn't play her
cards we'll She danced and laughed with
every one. and the marrying men were
afraid.-Once she was engaged to young
Roe. the great lawyer, and old Mr. Organ
di went round cackling about it everywhere
but somehow the match was broken off
and young Roe married Delphina Dimity,
a plain, quiet girl, whom no one had ever
thought about"
Shall wear my tissue, or that Crena.
dine" broke in Miss Blanche. 'I intend
to captivate that Mr. L'Aymar, who is to
be here to dinner. They say he is worth
two or three millions, and think he must
need some one to help him spend it,"
Mrs. Tulle looked at her daughter in a
sort of comic despair.
81 wash my hands of you" she exclaim
ed, "Wear what you like, do as you please
but, mark my words, that little dowdy
Violet will some day stand in your shoes.
Last night, George Roe, Clements brother
hardly left her the whole evening, and
young Bayadere and Henri d. Alencor
were almost at swords points about her.
The beautiful Blanche tossed her hcnt
and went down 20 dinner, but she looked
in vain Tor Mr. LAymar-his place at thu
table was vacant
; "Permit me to present my friend, Mr.
: Irwin, the artist, said Georgiana Luter
string about two hours after, AS Blanch,
sat in sulky dignity on the piazza. Blanch,
! raised her eyes just enough to see a hand
5 some man, with distingue manner, al,
i slightly seedy coat, and acknowledging
4 his salutations with frigid bow, turne'
away to GeorgianA. ShS had no idea O
wasting her eivlities on artists
n Owe have lovely weather."
r She stared at him for a moment in ahgr
amaEement Yes, there he stood in tn
most unembarrassed manner in the worlt
J, actually looking as though he expected a
answer