The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1865-11-28
you'll probably admit that she is

81 think she dresses charming T..
"In loose wrappers, and her hair in one
prodigious twist behind"
That's classical. Those airy morning
wrappers are the most charming thing a
woman can wear"
"Miss Vincent's are not always clean.
But what do you propose doing? Isshe
deeply smitten with your"
Undoubtedly havn't smiled OF hsr?"
"Are you going to propose p
tom Leigh, have you gone mad-atark
roaring mad? Think Of Fred Saunder,
marrying country girl, whose fortune
would be box of bed quilts and COW
Fred Saunders perS0nelle must make his
fortune, you understand. l must marry
an heiress. Bat 1 own to the soft i'm
peachmen! cf liking this little witch of
Kate rather better than is perfectly COM
fortable--but | must have the dollars-so
good bye, Kate -
you're a heartless wretch, Fred =
Why do you try to gain the affections Of
girls only to leave them %
"Ha. ha ha Tom, really that's too
good, coming from you"
We'll, I'll tell you what it is, Fred
I'd marry Kate Vincent tomorrow, if l
loved her as you say you do, if she had
only one wrapper to her back"
Every one to their taste; here's for
Saratoga :" and Fred walked to the glass
aud stroked his whiskers.
We catered the ball room at Saratoga
a few evenings after this, feeling perfect
ly conscious that we were two Of the most
dangerous coxcUmbs who had visited Sar-
atoga ,,:hat year. Fred's particular fJrte
was his whiskers; they were really irresist-
ible, and no one knew it better than Fred;
while | rather prided myself uPou my
iue military form, and my neither limbs.
Both of US dressed with perfect taste, and
wore our hair parted IN the middle which
Fred thinks is all that is necessary to kill
the majority ofwomau. We passed along
glancing rouud rather disapprovingly, for
there were not many pretty women at the
springs that year-and, in fact, the race
seems to be almost running out every
6here.
Fred's lip was curing contemptously
all the time. till, of sudden, he grasped
ny arm with almost a ferceness, and
pointed across the room. The band had
just struck up "a waltz-the most delicious
waltz that ever was played-and played
as Cnly waltzes are played at Saratoga I
and a couple had just taken the foor, land
were circling to the bewiltering music.
Kate Vincent Ey all that IS good =
said Fred. "What does this mean Tom?"
cit means that Miss Ylucen: is decid .
edly the prettiest, woman at the Springs.
"And the most stylish Que too. By
Jove, that dress is magnificent. Butwhat
is she here for ? Country farmers dou't
send their daughters to Saratoga. By
Jubiter III know
And away dashed Fred across the ball
room to the seat Miss Vincent bad just
resumed They shook hands cordially
She seemed delighted to meet him, aud
glanced over to me. Fred telegIaphed
me to come, and | went over, and held .
out my hand to her. She laughed the
mgst delicious little laugh and WaGted to
know if my nervous system had fully re-
covered trom the shock given it that night
ride; aud if Fred and had ever replac
ed her aunt's sheets which We had left ID
the hedges
We had the pleasantest chat in the
world and | grew more than haifin love
With the little beauty myself probably
should have become quite so had L not
known that Fred was little ahead Of me;
and, inimitabe coxcomb as he really was
| knew J should stand no chance in tilt
for lady's favor. Fred aud | always
understood that we should ret play for
the same game, but should portion of
the game, aud shoot in different directions
50 | conteutei myself with looking uu-
5peakable things at Miss Vincent, and was
! little surprised and pleased to see her
eyes fell before miCe, aud her cheeks take
a little fresher tint. There's a firt. :"
thought | to myself, and did not feel SO
much concerned about her when Fred
commeoced opening his most deadly bat
series Of attention up0n her. They danced
the redowa, and they waltzed and then
went cut for coo! hour on the colonade.
was forced to content myself with
little Georgian, who smiled at
me continually; but, somehow or other,
her smiles did not please half as much as
those of Miss Yincent-probably because
thought that Miss Vincent's smiles
would soon belong to another. You know
forbidden fruit is always much sweeter.
"Weli, the next two weeks were rather
dull to me, as Fred and Kate were so much
occupied with themselves as to have little
time for me, and there was no one else
there for whom [ caref a rush But they