The weekly North-Carolina standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 186?-1869, 1869-05-19
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NY father is very prominent mon ~
and,I am belle of the village L think
have very good reasons for calling mysen
handsome, tor not less than a score OF young
men of my acquaintance have assured me
such is the fact. have no reases, to doubt
the words of these very estimabie young
men, for think l should have been con-
WINGED of my beauty even if they had not
whispered i; in my ear.
MY fathers hobby had been Tor severa'
years to make good match Tor me: fer-
hans YOU know what a good match Isl Ii
is simply to marry man you positively
hate a man who is excessively ugly and
disagreeable-In short, fool-because he
is wealthy. Ii he has money, it makes no
difference what is his character; it is what
the world calls good match. My 1ather
thought Just as the rest OF the world diui
and often have heard him say that Bea-
trice should ride in her own carriage some
day. That was the highest idea OF happl-
ness. Perhaps it is needless to say that
nv father and differed very much on TINS
point. -:
think I had imhibed what the generall-
ty of people will call rattle: rren.antlc no,
lions. Can you believe it, that the belle OF
Fizzleton, at the age of twenty two, I'M
agined that there was such a passion as
love 1 longed for something more than
poodle dog to lavish my affections upon. L
know it is very un,naidenly for me to say
this, but it is true. had plenty of lovers,
obe sure; but ugh! Ipreierred the poodle
to them. My hero had not YET arrived l
knew he would come some time. Perhaps
he would come in ragged coat; but the
coat doesn't make the man, you know-al-
though it does make great many OF those
things that call themselves men.
Meanwhile my father brought lover to
me--a Mr. Cattle from Boston. He was
doing large business there, and was con-
sidered wealthy.
"There's lover worthy of you, Beatrice"
said my father after Mr.. Cattle had made
his first call. "His riches can hardly be
counted"
II am sure his age cannot. replied. 'He
is certainly twice as old as l."
"Well2" I-.
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 %
Eyes, that's what mean
"Bless my soul !" cried my iather care
you sane?"
Perfectly"
Father looked incredulous.
s'You read too much poetry, child. You
are woman now, and it is high time for
you to Danish those sentimental ideas from
your silly head. Such an opportunity as
this does not come but once in woman's
lifetime"
81 should hope not"
Father stamped his feet with ii rage and
looked unutterable things took up Lalla
Rookh and began reading the Fire Wor-
shippers.
''Beatrice, do you want to bring my gray
hairs in sorrow to the grave2"
mo; but have got to live with my hus-
band through life, and would much rather
have one of my own choosing"
"Yes, yes. my child; but have lived lon
ger than you, and think my judgment is
better I wish to see you happily married.
] don't want you TO marry some scoundrel
without cent in his pocket, and have to
wear your life out as his drudge. AS the
wife of Mr.. Cattle you will lead life of
luxury and ease"
"a life of misery!'
My father looked grieved, but said no
more, and soon after left the room.
4. Such is the perversity of female human
nature that think if that scoundrel with
cut cent had proposed just at that mo-
ment, should have accepted him at once.
/ believe women are like the Irishman's pig.
He wished to drive the pig to Dublin; but
he made him think he wished him to go in
an opposite direction. Consequently the
pig was bound to Dublin, and to Dublin
he went. ~ Hr 81
Mr., Cattle never called again. 1 think
father put flea in his ear, for he saw plainly
that was not to be driven into union
with o man that / did not like
About this time father hired new clerk
He was rather good looking, and all my
young lady friends voted him proper, nice
young man. presume he was what father
called I" that scoundrel without a cent in his
pocket" To be sure he was dressed ele-
gantly; butt haven't the slightest idea that
the coat he wore on his back was paid for
but what of that2 Wasn't he agreeable
Couldn't he whisper soft nonsense for an en-
tire evening? Hadn't he all the poetry of
the affections by heart Then lie wrote
about love and moonshine in splendid
rhymes upon scented paper, and he gave
these illusions to me- l almost thought 1
loved him; and am sure be loved me, for
he told me so. l had it all written out in
black and white, in the most elegant verse
ever read.
Father tried to keep cool through all this,
but it was terrible hard work for him to do
so. Once heard him tell mother that if
was bound to go the deuce, he didn't know
as he could help it.
.s." It's only a fiirtation,n mother said.
Filtration, indeed 1 tell you she's be-
wltched after him. my father said. And
then he added, well, It's not quite as bad
as 1t might be. Tcrseldorf isn't o bad
young man; of course he hasn't got cent,
but if they are bound to marry, I'll do what
1 can forhim, and possibly lie may make
- something yet"
MY ardor cooled at once. There wasn't
opposition enough to feed the flame; and
consequently my love died ut.-That eve
! ming Mr. Torselderf called. I received him
very coolly. He noticed it, and exerted
himself to be agreeable, but it was signal
failure. never smiled once while he re.
q mhlned. When he arose to depart 1 follow
ed him to the door and Informed him. as
gently as | could, his company could be dis
: pensed with. II. 49,
asked. = ~
Nothing" JEST
.st""You do not love me9n = tts5a.
z, You are gooda at guessing, Mr., TorseI-
DOR" answered, smiling for the first time
"Heartless !" he muttered.
heart to you" A''
MIR. Torseldorf jammed his hat over his
eyes and departed. never saw him AFTER n,'