The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1865-02-08

lads, for what's better than warm nest
with a golden egg in it?'
All Rose, my birdie look out fol
breakers ahead Thou seekest love, but
they who swarm around thee plot fol
gold.
Rose did look out, for she was Van.
kee girl. shrewd as well as pretty. She
had studied the chart of human life
under the keen eye of her mother, and
knew the bold rocks and treacherous
quicksands which lay in the path OF
young voyager like herself.
"Love is love, and gold is gold" said
Rose, mentally. "WOo ue, ,'ced my gold
All! sportsmen in disguise! l am their
6ne bird and they would pluck my feath
ers Try it, ye Nimrods of Fortune! Life
is my checke,board, and we'll have a long
game and see who will win"
First came Joe Green. He was fast
youth, and one of the thirsty sort. Joe
was troubled with an eternal dryness about
the throat, ,and slipped hot punches like one
whose meat and desert was nothing but
goldfish Messrs. Gin, Toddy & Co. had
planted two big lobster. colored pimples
upoD his fat nose, and give his rough,
bearded face, rosy hue, like one coutin
ual blush.
Rose had never fancied Joe and she
was as shy as humming bird, but Joe's
woodrous brass carried him safely on, and
hope told him that he would yet finger
Roses pocket, with its golden lining
Finally his mouth told its errand.
Rose heard him through: "But, said
she, smile dimpling her pretty cheeks.
"But," and her slender 6ngures turning
over the leaves of copy of paradise
Lost" "this business is Cupid's and re-
quires thought-refection."
Still, Joe was not to be "headed of,
or made to wait and pine for weeks and
months IN dubioas uncertainty. He liked
to bring business to "focus," and he
plainly told Rose that his whole being, his
heart, sou, mind and brains, (such as they
were, )were swallowed up in her; that be
loved her better than he did his father,
mother, brothers, sisters, his dog, or even
bimSeltI aad if she wvuld say "yes," and
become Mrs. Joe Green" Immediately,
he should be happy at once; but if she
answered "no," bis doom was sealed, and
he shouldn't think of stopping in this
world any longer. but should consider it
bis duty TO make Immediate arrangements
to leave life's busy scenes. and be deposit
ed in his last resting place-a hole in the
ground.
Rose listened patiently. "Thank you,
thank you, Mr. Green, for your preference"
said she, casting a rougish glance at MT.
Joe who sat with his two big hands thrust
in his pantaloous pockets. as though
striving to fill vacuum" bat before we
proceed further, owe you an explanation.
You think [ am au heiress, and. possess
$4,000; | have 500. 'Tis all | have
ever professcd to have. All that my fu,
ture has reason to expect to receive with
my hand"
"Ah ahem," said Joe, growing agitat.
ed 'I--that isl sup-suppcsed you
had more. but
"Ah, | see, Mr. Greene" said Rose,
looking mischeVously into his face. San
heiress and poor girl are two very diff
ferent persons In your eyes, as well as in
the eyes of many others. Seen through
gold speetacles, l look very fascinating,
but seen through copper ones am bat
poor stick J"
This last shot took effect, and Joe
took himself aud his hat through the
door, aud was soon out of sight.
Mr.. Ben Brown next visited Rose
lie had heard from Zoe that there was no
gold mines there to be tapped, bat thot'
shat perhaps it was little fiction, hatch
ed up by Joe, to make it appear that he
left Miss Rose Of his own sweet will. To-
stead of being terued away By the little
honey-lipped heiress. After few weeks,
Ben heroicalIy popped the Question:
Rose in answer told him plainly, that he
must never expect anything from her to
lice his purse with and thus, taken by
surprise, he showed his cloven footed de-
sign, and was dismissed.
So things went on for nearly three
years. The young country ApolIos finally
made up their minds that Rose was poor
that her purse was shalow-aHd her
only capital rosy cheeks and bright eyes,
which might fade some time or other
and as for her warm heart their hearts
were so cold that it wouldn't be congeni-
al. So they turned their ambitious backs
upon her.
"Then the old maids took the matter
up-"Whew +. whey !" said they. "What
a piece of business; an heiress with no
money as poor as Jobs wife! Whew !"