The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1861-01-31

lie congratulated me on III In the pleaS-
ATTEST manner. Your father was in the
best of bumors, full of his jokes and talk,
but for my part, I'd rather he'd been
more silent and retiring, for, though he
made good deal of laughing, he made
so many taur pas, he kept me in cou
slant state of apprehension.
When Mrs Giland lost off that ele.
giant necklace she wore, he told her "she
was casting her pearls before swine"
which wasn't very fatteriug to those
nice young men who surrounded her
Which reminds me again of the accident.
The butler tells me those young gentle
men who cut the ropes, had first gone
up stairs to the private liquor room, and
they felt so funny and full of mischief,
that they didn't know what to do with
themselves and happening to pass the
dumb waiter, one of 'em said it would be
a duced good thing to cut the ropes, and
the rest laughed, and thought it would,
and two of 'em did it, and down went
the waiter with all them fancy bottles AID
cut glass on it, and that splendid punch
bowl, and lot of my finest porcelain.
When we heard the crash, [ turned
quite pale, for thought some OF the
floors Lad broke down, or something
awful but when your pa saw the mis-
chief and found out how it was done, he
was real angry about it, which isn't very
common for him. begged and implored
him to say nothing, and he finally got
good natured again; but | heard. him
telling Senator Brown, at the supper
table, he thought it was ''cutting it rath-
er. too fat, and if the young men tho't
they could treat him in that manner,
they'd got the wrong pig by the ear they
should never be asked to his house again.
But l must coax him out of that, for
those very young gentlemen belong to
the cream Of our set, and they only hap
pened to take little too much. Of
course, if they'd have been in their senses
they wouldn't have done it. You hope
he won't offend young Spanglcr? I no.
ticed he danced with you twice last night
my dear; so | went straight to Mrs Fitz
Simmons and asked her, confdentiaily,
all about him. He lives rather high.
and belongs to one of the real old fami-
! lies but they're not very wealthy and she
don't know where he gets all the money
he spends. He's after rich wife, and
| persume he'll propose on the first op-
portunity. I don't think your father
would like to see his money going to pay
that young gentleman's debts and cx-
travagancies. Still he's got style, and
style is. You don't intend to marry
him, out you want the eclat of his atten-
tions Oh, very well. | see you can
take care of yourself, my love. Felicia,
here, is such an innocent little thing,
she's after her fathers own heart. Z
shouldn't wonder, yetIf she married some
clerk or music-teacher, because she i'm
agined herself i'll love with him; when,
If she'd -"huSbdnd her resources,
she'd be all right" Goodness, gracious
me, Rasher, what brought you home
this time a day, and up into this cham
ber. "She can find plenty Of Scoundrels
ready to husband her reSouI ces, and when
they've got them, won't care whether
they husband your pretty Felicia or net
You're such a croaker, you'll make your
daughters believe the worlds full of &C.
signing men after their fortunes What's
that, Felicia, darling ? Ifyou get as good
man as your papa, you II be satisfied ?
And well you may He's always been
good provider, and an indulgent hus-
band. I've only three faults to find with
your father: the first is, his being in the
pork business-.he next his habit Of
playing practical jokes-and the last, his
dreadful, utter want of style. He has
no air. He isn't hurt at my saying it,
for he knows it himself Put on the
best broadcloth of the latest make, Jan
wins gloves, and Genin's hat, it don't
make bit of difference, he's still the
same plain, fussy, short little man, a bit
ing the fingers of his gloves, and looking
as if he wasn't to home in his own house
nor his own clothes He has no air.
It's the trial Of my life, but can't help
it. What did you say, Rasher? F? You re
llAe INC LuSiiSnuIdn SCaIueu pug OIeaf
out of this chamber! won't permit my
daughters to hear such foul illusions :.
1t wasn't fowl alluson, it was piggish
one? Go along down stairs before take
The breonstick to you. I've forgotten
the use of the broomstick? !? Come, come
Rasher, the chambermaid may be listen
ing at the door. | wish you wouldn't
refer to the past SO frequently. You may
stay if you'll behave yourself, for | want
to ask you about the party. But first
tell me what brought you home? The
stage? Nonsense. what did you come
home for? For the rest of the day
But what was your object in coming so
early? You didn't object I'll quit
asking ynu nnestlnns Il I'm To be hnth