Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1868-04-29
HOW WAS WON.

| dry goods. MY father IS very prom.
lnent man In town and | am the belle
OF thu village l think l have very
good reasons for calling myself hand
some, for not less than a score of
young men of my acquaintance have
assured me that such Is the fact.
have no reason tor doubling the words
Of these very estimable young men,
for think | should have been con.
vinced of my beauty even if they had
not whispered it in my blushing ears
My fathers hobby has been for sew
eral years to make good match for
me. Perhaps you know what a good
match is. 1t is simply to marry a
man you positively hate-a man who
is excessively ugly and disagreeable--
in short, a fool, just because he is veal
thy. If he has money it makes no
difference what his character is-it is
what the world calls good match
My father thought just as the rest of
the world did and often | have heard
him say that his Beatrice should ride
IN her own carriage some day. That
was his highest idea of happiness
Perhaps it is needless to say that my
father and | differed very much on
this point.
| think | had imbibed what the gen
eraity of people will call rather ro-
mantle notions. Can you belive it.,
that the belle of Fizzleton. at the age
of twenty-five, imagined that there
was such passion as love? Ilonged l
| for something more than a poodle
dog to lavish my affections upOn.-
l know it is very unmaidenly for me
10 say this; but it is true | had
plenty Of lovers to be sure, but ugh !!
l preferred the poodle to them. Ny
| hero mad not vet arrived. ] knew he
would come sometime. Perhaps he
would come in a ragged coat but the
coat dosen't make the man you know
though 1t does make great many
things that call themselves men.
Meanwhile my father brought a
lover to me-a Mr.. Cattle, from Bos-
ton He doing a large business
there and was considered very veal
thy.
There's lover worthy of you, Be,
atrice," said my father, after Mr.. Cat
! tie had made his first call His
wealth can hardly be estimated"
Il am sure his age cannot" | re-
piled. He is certainly .wice as old
as | am
| "W ell 2"
Il think that Is enough"
Ny father opened his eyes with as
topishmel.t
"Do you mean to say that you
would not marry him if you had the
| chance 2"
yes, that's what | mean
BLESS my soul y cried father
Are you sane 7"
"Perfcctlv
Father looked incredulous.
~ ou read too much poetry, child.
| You are a woman now, and it is high
time for YOU TO Danish those senti.
mental ideas from your silly head
Such an opportunity as this doesn't
come to a woman but once in life
| time"
Il should hope not"
Father stamped his feet with rage
and looked unutterable things. l
took u Lalla Rookh, and began
reading the Fire Worshipers.
Beatrice, do you wish to bring my
/ gray hairs down in sorrow to the
grave?'
NO; but as have to live with
my husband through life, | would
much rather have one of my own
choosing"
Yes, YES, my child But l have
/ lived longer than you, and | think my
| judgment Is better. | wish to see
you happily married. | don't want
you to marry some scoundrel without
a cent in his pocket, and have you
wear your life out as his drudge As
/ the wife of Mr.. Cattle YOU viii lead a
! life of luxury and ease"
"a life of misery"
Ny father looked griered but said
no more, and soon after left the
/ room.
Such is the perversity offemale hui
man nature that | think if that scoun-
drel without cent in his pocket had
proposed inst a: that moment. l
should have accepted HIM at once
| | believe women are like the Irish
mans pig. He wished to drive the
/ pig TO Dublin; but he made him think
/ that he wished him to 20 in an op-
posite direction. Consequently the
pig was bound to go to Dublin, and to
/ Dublin he went.
Mr.. Cattle never called again. |
think father put flea in his ear. for
/ he saw plainly that | was not TO be
driven into . union with a man l did
not like.
/ About this time father hired a new
clerk. He was rather good looking.
and all my young lady friends voted
f him a proper, nice young man.
presume he was what father would
/ call a scoundrel without a cent IN his
pocket. To be sure. he dressed ele-
eantly but | havnt the slightest
! idea that the coat upon his back was
+ paid for, but what of that Wasen't
be agreeable? Couldn't he whisper
soft nonsense for an entire evening?
Hadn't he all the poetry OF the aztec
tions by heart? Then be wrote about
+ love and moonshine in splendid
RHYMES, upop scented paper. and he
gave these efusions to me- I al