The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1867-06-04
WooDsFIELD MONROE COUNTY OHIO JUNE l. 1867

"Flirtation, indeedl I tell you she
bewitched after him." my father answer
ed. And then after long pause, "Well
lit is not SO bad as it might be. MI
Troseldorf isn't bad young man. o
course, he has not got one cent, but
they are bound to marry, I shall do wha
I can for him, and possibly he may max
something yet"
My ardor cooled at once. There WASH
opposition enough to feed the fame; an,
nsequently my love died out. Tha
evening Mr.. Troseldorf called. Ireceiv
ed him very coolly. He noticed it q
once, and exerted himself to be agreea
BILE; but it was signal failure. I neve
smiled once while he remained. Whel
he arose to depart I followed him to tn
door, and informed him, as gently as pos
sibie, that his company could be dispens
ed with.
"What has happened, Beatrioe?" hi
asked.
"Nothing."
"You do not love me-"
"You are exceedingly good at guess.
ing, Mr.. Troseldorf," answered, smiling
for the first time during the evening,
"Heartless," he muttered.
ooh, mol but I should have been had
I given my heart to you"
Mr.. Troseldorf jammed his hat over
his eyes and departed. / never saw him
after.
| noticed change in my fathers man.
ner Immediately after that--I saw that
his hopes had revived. Hetreated me in
the most affectionate manner, and, fer
some time, all went we'll. But when ey-
erything seems to be going we'll with you,
you may be certain that something is GO
ing to happen. I have always found it
so.
It was at Mrs. Tremaine's soiree that
I met Aminadab Fagge. Mr.. Fagge was
a very ordinary looking mortal. He had
red hair, gray eyes, q fire red moustache,
and variegated skin. He was six inches
in length, and three inches in thickness.
When he walked you expected to see him
fall to pieces every minute. I don't
think he was properly put together. He
squinted terribly, and his voice squeaked.
I presume you would not have called
Aminadab Fagge a handsome man. I
knew as soon as my eyes fell upon him
that he had never been spoiled by fatte-
ry.
For reasons you will doubtless under
stand, none of the young ladies at Mrs.
Tremain's took the slightest notice Of Mr..
Fagge. For that very reason / entered
into conversation with him, and found
that he wasn't fool; and that is saying
81 -e#en-.danced With him
ence. I wasn't anxious to try it again
l never danced with pair Of bars, but /
think ] can new.
Mr.. Fagge asked permission to call up
on me, and I replied T should be happy
to see him any time.
Next day he made his appearance, fa-
ther looked at him in astonishment. /
proceeded to make the gentlemen ac-
quainted.
"Dear father" said I, "this is Mr..
Aminadab Fagge. Mr.. Fagge, my ia
ther.n
Father bowed, muttered something
that sounded like Fagge-rag-shag, ,and
left the room.
I explained to Mr.. Fagge that my fa-
ther was rather eccentric, and then we
fell into conversation. I believe l re-
marked before that Mr.. Fagge was nc
fool. On tae contrary he had the largest
assortment Of general information in his
head of any person ever met. He had
a fresh, original way of expressing him
self too, that was quite charming to me
I found myself becoming quite interested
in him in spite Of myself, and when he
arose to 20, I'pressed him to call again.
He promised to, but as I watched HIN
going down the steps, I felt that he never
would. for it did not seem possible thai
he would reach home without breaking
his neck. He seemed to be walking or
stills, and one would have thought thai
this was his first attempt.
While / was watching him father re
turned to the parlor.
"Do you know who that is, Beatrice?'
he asked.
"Certainly," 1 replied; "that is Mr.
Aminadab Fagge."
"Fudge! I know that. But what o,
who is he?"
"Oh, we'll, really, ! don't know, father
Possibly he is travelling tin merchant.
half expected father would go int
|conyulsions; but he didn't, though h
seemed very much excited. At last h
calmed himself enough to. ask wha
Aminadab had called for.
'sTo see me, I suppose. He didn't in
quire for any one else. I made his &C
quaintance at the party last night,at Mrs
Tremain's."
Father began to boil again.
"He's nothing but poor, miserabl
fortune hunter; and if he comes her
again, I'll kick him out of the house."
"Don't, father; it might hurt him."
"Beatrice," in voice of thunder, "g
to your ROOM"
/ made my exit. The paternal Pug
gins, when he gets excited, will be obey
ed. retired to my room. Was ther
not some romance in this? enjoyed
hugely. There was everything to max
| it highly interesting to a young lady Q
my temperament. There was the ster
and cruel parent, the poor, but noble loy
er, and myself. felt then that my her
had arrived. The lover for whom ha
been waiting so long had at last appeare
in the person of Aminadab Fagge. "Hor