Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1868-04-02
HOW 1 WAS WON.

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Puggins, of Fizzleton, retail dealer
in dry goods. My father is very
prominent man in town, and am the
belle of the village. / think have
very good reasons for calling myself
handsome, for not less than a score
of young men of my acquaintance
have assured me that such is the
fact. l have no reason for doubling
the words of these very estimable
young men, for l think / should have
been convinced of my beauty even
if they had not whispered it in my
blushing ears.
Ny fathers hobby has been for
several years to make good match
for me- Perhaps you know what a
good match is. 1t is simply to mar
ry man you positively hate-a man
who is excessively ugly and disa-
greeable-in short, fool, just be-
cause he is wealthy. If he has
money it makes no difference what
his character is-it is what the world
calls a good match. My father thought
just as the rest of the world did; and
often 1 have heard him say that his
Beatrice should ride in her own car
riage some day. That was his high
est idea of happiness. Perhaps it
is needless to say that my father and
l differed very much on this point.
l think l had lmbibed what the
generality of people will call rather
romantic notions. Can you believe
it, that the belle Of Fizzleton, at the
age OF twenty-five, imagined that
there was such passion as love?-
l longed for something more than a
poodle dog to lavish my affections
upon. / know it is very unmaidenly
for me to say this; but it is true.
had plenty of lovers to be sure, but
ugh! / preferred the poodle to them.
My hero had not yet arrived. | knew
he would come sometime. Perhaps
.he would come in a ragged coat; but
the coat doesn't make the man you
! knew-though it does make a great
many things that call themselves
men.
Meanwhile my father brought a
lover to me-a Mr.. Cattle, from Bes'
ton. He was doing large business
there and was considered very
wealthy.
There's lover worthy of you,
Beatrice" said my father, after Mr..
Cattle had made his first call. "His
wealth can hardly be estimated"
81 am sure his age cannot" l re-
piled. "Heis certainly twice as old
as am"
"Well2"
81 think that is enough"
My father opened his eyes with
astonishment.
''Do you mean to say that you
would not marry him if you had the
chance?"
Yes, that's what l mean
"Bless my soul" cried father
care you sane?"
"Pertectly.'
Father looked incredulous.
"You read too much poetry, child.
You are 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 woman but once in life
time"
81 should hope not"
Father stamped his feet with rage
and looked unutterable things. /
took up Lalla Reokh, and began
reading the Fire Worshippers.
Beatrice, do you wish to bring
my gray hairs down in sorrew to
the grave?'
mo; but as have to live with my
husband through life, would much
rather have one of my own choos
ing"
"Yes, yes, my child. But have
lived longer than you, and I think
my judgment is better. wish to see
you happily married. 1 don't want
you to marry some scoundrel without
cent in his pocket, and have yor
wear your life out as his drudge
AS the wife of Mr.. Cattle you will
lead life of luxury and ease"
ga life of misery
My father looked grieved, but SAT-
no more, and soen after left th'
room.
Such is the perversity of female
human nature that / think if tina
scoundrel without a cent in his pock
ct had proposed just at that moment
: / should have accepted him at once
l believe women are like the Irish
mans pig. He wished to drive th'
pig to Dublin; but he made hin
think that he wished him to go in al
opposite direction. Consequently th'
pig was bound to go to Dublin, ant
to Dublin he went.
Mr.. Cattle never called again.
think father put flea in his ear
for he saw plainly that l was not t,
t be driven into a union with a man
; did not like.
About this time father hired ne1
] clerk. He was rather good looking
: and all my young lady friends vote
> him . r-sr<-, nice young man.
nresume be was what father woul
call scoundrel without cent i
his pocket. To be sure, he dresse
elegantly; but I haven't the slightes
idea that the coat upon his back Wa
paid for, but what of that9 Wash
be agreeable2 Couldn't he whispt
Lost nonsense for an entire evening
Hadn't he all the poetry OF the ane'