Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1861-03-05
MISCELLAN A N Y.
From the Christian Telegraph
HE'S NOBODY BUT A PRINTER.
BY c. H. c. wILL1NaHAM.

.ttTti -ft. o ---- -dlilt< MOO Etsi11 III
BY c. H. c. wILLINGHAM.
sOh! he's nobody but a Printer" exclaimed
Miss Ellen Dupree, flirting and foppish girl, to
| one of her female friends, who was speaking in
terms of praise and commendation of Mr. Barton
Williams, a young, handsome, and very intelli-
gent Printer.
swell, Miss Ellen, you seem to speak as though
Printer was not entitled to respectability.
hope you'll explain YOURSELF" replied Miss Mary
Crossman. if at es -
"Wen, hope you'll excuse me- do not
think it becoming for young man who has to
labor for living, to try to move in the society of
those who are his superiors And, moreover,
he might win the affections of a girl superior to
him in worth and rank; and then do you think
her parents would be pleased2 know l would
rather live an old maid all my days than marry
a poor Printer-a man who has to toll day and
night; and then, o! to think of being ranked
among the poor - whined out Miss Dnpree.
'sThen you think that they are beneath you 2"
sYes ma'am, of course"
"Both in worth and intellect too, l suppose !;
do you not ~
"Yes, everything"
"Are you superior to Franklin, to Black
stone, to Campbell and many other eminent
men who were Prntersa o. do you believe
your intellectual powers soar above those of a
Greely or Willis, and many other distinguished
Printers of the present day 2"
20, now and then you may come across one
that is respectable but they are few and far
between And as to Mr.. Williams, do not
consider him Franklin or Blackstone, or any
lone else much"
'sNor do consider him a Franklin or Black
stone either but | do think him very iutell-
lgent and handsome young man, and worthy o
any young lady's attention, and expect to treat
him as SUCH"
swell, expect to consider him beneath my
notice."
''Now, Miss Dupree, think you ought to re-
feet upon what you are saying and have some
regard for my feelings. You know not what
you may come to before you de.'
ssWell, don't think shall ever become to be
the wife of a Printer, or anybody who has to la
bor; nor do | intend to countenance such
either"
Miss Crossman remained silent for some time,
while her face redeemed with indignation. Mr..
Williams was her lover, and very good looking
man be was. He was of ordinary size, fair
complexion, dark hair, beautiful whiskers of jet
BLACK, and high and prominent forehead
lively an intelligent in conversation, and fluent
and affable in his address,
a gentle rap was heard at the door, and the
ISoTFdDb lIulASuldtCly duuOuAC0u AIs w lIlldLuS-
He entered the parlor, and Miss Crossman rose
and introduced them
"Mss Dupree, Mr.. Williams"
Miss Dupree affected to be polite, returned a
slight bow, and cooy said
"Good evening, SIR"
Mr. Williams and Miss Crossman conversed
lfreely--mostly upon literary subjects. upon
which both were well posted; and, Of course,
they entertained each other pleasantly; while
Miss Dupree sat as though she was in despair
now and then giving lazy nod of assent OR dis
sent to any and everything said to her. Mr..
Williams was gone, and Miss Dupree turned to
Miss Crossman, and said
"Mary, | am really asonished at you. You
are certainly in love with that fellow. Well,
you may do as you like, but | assure you I'll
never condescend to keep company with a
Printer f' mumbled Miss Dupree.
Miss Dupree took her leave, and Miss Gross
man was left to think Of "love and matrimony,'
and her future bliss.
THE SEQUEL.
Ten years were past. A man and bis wife
were seated before blazing fire. The evening
was extremely cold, and the wind blew felce
and keen. Yes, and the editor of the Tribune
was housed, with his wife, in their stately man.
sion, furnished in the finest style, and lighted
brilliantly with costly chandeliers. They were
the happy parents of four intelligent and inter
esting children. 1t was about an hour after
sun down, and the bell had rang for tea. A
rap was heard at the street door, and upon open
ing it, there stood woman, pale and detected,
and apparently not far from the grave. She had
with her three ragged children, shvering with
cold. The gentleman and lady kindly asked
them in to the fire.
"Sir," said the poor woman, "will you be so
pleased to give me little money to buy some
bread for my hungry children9 Ny husband
! has been drinking for the last three weeks, and
left me without a morsel to give these poor in
nocents, or any fuel to keep them warm" and
wept bitterly.
"Where do you live, ma 'ama" said the gen.
tleman.
s'In the garret of the old Phoenlx Hotel,n was
the reply.
"How long has your husband been addicted
to drinkiDg9" asked the gentleman's wife.
About three years."
Madam" rejoined the generous editor, 81 am
truly sorry for you, and of course, shall bestow
upon you such charity as | think you Deserve
Will you relate your misfortunes9 | always
feel deep sympathy for the unfortunate"
Mine is a sad story. was brought up in
af1uence; my father was wealthy merchant in
Chatham street. My husband was also rich
when we were married. We took tour to
Europe and returned home and we lived happily
and prosperously for two years. Mr.. Brooks
was gay and fashionable young man. He
lspent money freely, and we lived extravagantly
Three years more, and he was considerably on
the declining ground, and, finally, by high living
and unnecessary expenditures of ofmoney, we were
dispossessed of our home and reduced to abiect
poverty, and then my husbaed took to drink,
and now | am beggar, with these depending on
my success for living. And as such, l be-
seech you, in behalf of my poor little children,
. to bestow upon me such charity as you feel dis
posed to grant"
Her story was told, and met kindly response
from generous heart. The lady of the house
recognized the poor woman; but she did not yet
feel disposed to make herself known, but usher