The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1862-04-23
WORKING FOR A LIVING.

The soft romance Of bugle, violin and
dulcet harp, that for the last half hour
had tioated above the sound of trippllug
of feet and gay young voices, like the Sill
yer wings Of some triumphant bird, had
ceased the dizzy waltz was Overland the
belle OF the evening, surrounded by
dazzling constellation Of masculine admi-
rers. walked languidly toward the con-
servator.
She agas beautiful-very beautiful,
Notwithstanding the carping whispers
and sharp edged criticisms leseled at her
by her own sex, "Devcr could see any
thing wonderful in Julia Mellen"
The cluster of diamonds at her bosom
was scarcely more brilliant than the spar
kle Of her deep, violet eyes; her lips,
scarlet as the heart of the pomegrauate
blossom, wore slight curl of pride, that
added, to her beauty and tae brown
ring!ets, just looped back from her fore
head by spray Of cleaning pearls, had
somehow contrived to entangle more
hearts in their shining tendrills than their
lovely owner could well enumerate
And did Julia Mellen know how beau
tifulShe was-how admiringly men looked
upon her-how enViously men turned
away? Oh, woman, woman. thy reign
is despotic, but sooner or later the bloom
aud FIRE must fade, the sceptre be laid
aside and then
The beauty paused suddenly, as frank
and noble looking gentleman made his
way through the crowd that encireled
her.
"Oh, Henry, I was just looking for
you. | want you to know my friend, Mr..
De-Torre."
The be-whjskered and freign- faced cav
alier, upon whose arm she leaned, bowed
low in return to the perfectly polite, but
somewhat cold salutatlon of j ulia MelIen's
cousin.
MAY l detain you one moment, Ju-
liza % said the latter, in low voice. Il
have promised to introduce to you a
friend of mine, who is very anxious to
become acquainted with the belle of the
evening
"Wh ho is it ?" asked Julia, playing
carelessly with the geraniums aud rose
buds Of her boquet.
"Mr. Harley you have heard OF him
before. He does not often frequent
scenes like this, but your eyes have tempt
ed him to break through bis usual Gus
tom. Have your permission TO present
hIm ?"
The puzzled expression which had at
frst arched Julia's delicately penciled
eyebrows. changed to look of scorn,
which flashed from the dark eye, and
curved the rose bright lips in a very be-
coming manner
"Oh-the seiftaa9ht genius whom you
have taken up" she said, contemptuous
ly.
MY dear cousin, you must really ex-
cuse me. l don't think it is particularly
desirable to be acquainted with man
who works for living?"
The pretty hauteur which she contrlv-
ed to throw into the last words was inim-
liable. She moved on, smiling and lovely
as ever, needless of the grave look of
displeasure that overspread her cousin S
face, as be drew back without word
needless of the crimson flush that mangled
StanWood Harley's forehead, as he stood
IN the deep embrasure of the window be-
yond. aud heard the light words and the
cruel musical laugh that followed them
"She scorns me because | work with
the hands and brain God has given me, y
he muttered between his teeth "and be-
cause am less to her than the dust be-
meath her beautiful feet. Heaven be the
judge between me and thee, proud Bo-
mani"
The next moment he turned calmly to
| Mr., Asbby, who came to orolosiZe that