The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1868-03-12
HOW 4 WAS WON.

an the only daughter of Orlando Pug
gins, of FiZzleton, retail dealer in dry
goods. Ny father is a very prominent
man in town, and | am the belle of the
village. l think l have very good reasons
for calling myself handsome, for not less
than q score Of young men of my &C
Guaintance have assured me that such is
the fact. I have no reason for doubling
tie words Of tLese very estimable young
men, for | think [ should have been con.
virced Of my beauty even if they had not
whispered it in my blushing ears.
My fathers hobby has been for several
years to make a good match for me. Per
haps you know what good match is. 1t
is simply TO marry man you positively
hate-a man who is excessively ugly and
disagreeable-in short, a fool, just because
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 [ have heard him say that
mis- Beatrice should ride in her own car
rage some day. That was his highest idea
Of happiness. Perhaps it is needless to
say that my father and l differed very
much on this point.
| think | had imbibed what the general
ity Of people viii call rather romantic no
tions. Can you believe it, that the belle OF
Fizzleton, at The age of twenty-five, mag
ined that there was such a passion as love
l longed for something more than poodle
dog to lavish my affections upon. l know
it Is very unmaidenly for me to say this
but it is true. l had plenty of lovers tC
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 know
though it does make great many things
that call themselves men.
Meanwhile my father broughta lover to
me-a Mr.. Cattle, from Boston. He was
doing large business there and was CON
sidered very wealthy.
There's 8 lover worthy Of you, Bea
tries" said my father, after Mr. Cattle had
made his first call Ellis wealth can hardly
be estimated"
!" am sure his age cannot" l replied
de IS certainly twice as Old IS l am"
"Well?"
81 think that is enough"
My father opened his eyes with astonish
ment.
Do you mean to say that you would
not marry him if you had the chance?"
Yes, that's what mean"
Bless my SOUL" cried father. care yol
sane? ?"
Perfectly"
Father looked incredulous.
You read too much poetry, child. Yo;
are Q woman now, and it is high time fO
you to Danish those sentimental ideas from
your silly head. Such an opportunity a
this doesn't come to 6. woman but once il
a lifetime"
a. should hope not"
Father stamped his feet with rage ant
looked unutterable things took up Lalls
Rookh, and began reading the Fire Wor
shippers.
Beatrice, do you wish to bring my gray
hairs down in sorrow TO the grave?"
mo; but as have to live with my hus
band through life, would much rather
have one of my own choosing"
" es, yes, my child. But l have LIVED
longer than you, and think my judgment
Is better. l wish to see you happily mar
ried. | don't want you TO marry some
scoundrel without 9 cent in his pocket, ant
have You wear your life out as his drudge
AS the wife Of Mr. Cattle you will lead s
life of luxury and ease"
"a life of misery"
My father looked grieyed, but said nC
more, and soon after left the room.
Such Is the perversity of female human
nature that l think if that scoundrd with
out cent IN his pocket had proposed jus
at that moment, should have accepted
him st once. l believe women are like tn,
lrishman's pig. He wished to drive TIKI
pig to Dublin; but he made him thinl
that he wished him 10 go in an opposite
direction. Consequently the pig wa
bound to go to Dublin, and to Dublin h,
went.
Dir. Cattle never called again.
think father put a flea in his ear, for h,
saw plainly that was not to be driven int
q union with a man did not like.
About this time father hired a new clerk
He was rather good looking, and all my
young lady friends voted him a proper
nice young man. | presume he was wha
father would call scoundrel without {
cent N his pocket TIE be sure, hedresseG
elegantly; but haven't the slightest ides
that the coat upon his back was paid for
but what of that? Wasn't he agreeable
Couldn't he whisper soft nonsense for al
entire evening? Hadn't he all the poetr,
OF the affections by heart? Then he wrot
about love and moonshine in splendid
rhymes, upon scented paper, and he CAV
these illusions to me. | almost thought
loved him; and am sure he loved me. 70
he told me so. had it all written out i
black and white, in the most elegant ve,s
/ think ever read.
Father tried to keep cool through 81
this, but it was terrible hard work for hir
to do so. Once heard him tell mothe
that If | was bound to 60 to the deuce, b
didn't know as he could help it.