Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1869-05-26

cuscd, he added " circumstances considered
female influence ah well, its fine affair,
this marriage"
Better try it, Mr.. Sanford, said a bright
saucy girl, who, with her laughing companions
was standing by while Ben was speaking
"Ah, madam the wherewithal - said Ben,
rolling up his eyes with tragic expression
F" If some clever old fellow would be so oblig-
ing as to die now and leave me few thou.
sand, then ladies you should see"
But speaking Of money" said Mark
when the ladies were busy over some laces he
had just thrown on to the counter, " what did
your glorious fun cost you2"
4" Pooh nothing only ten-dolar bill
nothing in my purse you know
Nothing in your purse not an uncom-
mon incident after these occasions, said Mark,
laughing.
"Oh, hang it all !" said Ben too true
can get no remedy for this consumption Of
the purse, as old Falstaf says; however, the
world owes me a living, so good morning.
Ben Sanford was just one of that class Of
young men aud women, common report goes,
that they can do anything they please, aud
who consider this point 80 well established,
that they do not think il necessary to il
lustrate it by doing anything at all. He was
a lawyer Of good talents, and would have had
an extensive run of business had he not been
one Of that class of people never to be found
when wanted. His law books and law Office
saw far less of him than certain fashionable
places Of resort where his handsome person
and various social accomplishments always
secured 10 him welcome reception. Ben
had some little property left him by his faith
or, just enough, as he used laughingly to quote,
"to keep him in gloves and Cologne water, and
for the rest, he seemed vastly contented
with his old maxim, the world owes me a
living forgetting that the world sometimes
proves as poor paymaster as the most fash
ionable young gentleman going.
But to return to Marx. When he had
settled his accounts at night, he took from a
! pigeon-hole in his desk the little book afore-
named, and entered as follows: I" To one real
wake-up So" which being done he locked
his desk, and returned once more to Mrs.
Meriden.
Days flew on, and the shop of Mark be-
! temptation we have described. Now it was
g Mark, my dear fellow, do join us in trip
to G-'s,n and now, Come my old boy,
let US have a spree at F-s;' now It was
the club, now the oyster supper, but Mark
counted the history of the scene; he silently
committed the amount Of the expense to MS
l little book. Yet Mark was not cynical or
unsocial His refusals though so firm, were
n invariably good natured, and though he could
f not be drawn abroad, yet he was unquestlon-
a ably open handed at home. No house had so
warm welcome, no dinner table could be
more beautiful or more freely open for the
behoof of all gentlemen Of the dining-out
order-no tea table presented more uncxcep-
tionable toast, and no evening lounge was
more easy, home-like and cheerful, than on
the sofas in the parlors of Mark Merlden.
q They also gave evening parties where all was
% brilliant tasteful, and well ordered; and, IN
fine, notwithstanding his shortcomings, Marx
m was set down as fine, open handed fellow,
lc after ALL
q. At the end Of the year Mark cast up the
nj account in the little book, and was nightly
astonished at it, for with all his ideas OF the
as powers of numbers, he had no idea that the
A twos and fives, and tens and ones, which on
oil greater or smaller occasions, had found their
be way into his columns, would amount to sum
,s so considerable. Mark looked about him
Y, the world was going well, his business ma
no chinery moving in exact touch and tlme-his
I'M house, where was there prettler one 7 where
b. a place more replete with home-drawlng COM
., fortf Had he lost anything in pleasure the
m year past2 Mark thought not and there
\ fore, as he walked homeward he stepped into
en- booksellers aud ordered some books OF
r,s superb engravngs for Mr.. Merden, and
,rt spoke to the gardener to send some elegant
he Towering exotics for which he had heard her
me express an admiration some evenings before
nd That same evening came IN Ben sanford
. as he expressed it, Z" IN the very depths OF IN
digo!" for young gentlemen whose worldly
vas matters invariably go on wrong end foremost
his will sometimes be found IN tins c9noitlon D
it however exuberant may be thelr STOCK Oh AM
the NAL spirits
ing [" Pray Ben, what is the matter sal,
re. Mark, kindly, as the latter stretched himsei
.dy at length in an old arm chair, groaning auul
tbs bly,. :,
cry "Oh, bilious attack,-hnrA sn1'naN ,we, y,
,ct. ers' bills tailors' bills! boarding bills a.
nan sent for new years presents hang EN- all
site Mark was silent for few moments an
ned Ben continued: "Coniound II, Marx what
i'm the sense of living, If fellow is to DC
Sc very poor Here you, Marx, born IN IN
same town with me- and younger than
ness some two years, have a house as snug
zen man need to ask, wife like an angel, peac
,ose and plenty by the bushel, and all comes
his having good run OF luck in the money line
o it and Ben kicked his papers against n
oys- andirons most energeticaly.
rtv. "What has become OF Emily p
vat asked Marx, after pause.
ash 4" Poor soul !" said Ben, "there she Is ye
ties with all sweetness and patience, waiting u
cad such luckless scapegrace as l can give 1T