The weekly North-Carolina standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 186?-1869, 1869-05-19
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For reasons tuaI you uouHtiCoo ulN
| none of the young ladies at Mrs Tremalns
| took the slightest notice of MIR. Fagge. FOR
| that very reason | entered into conversation
with HIM, and found that he wasn't tool,
and that is saving considerable. l even
danced with him once. -
was not anxious to try it again. never
danced with a pair of ours, but think can
now. -'ia'is'At
Mr.. Fagge asked permission to call upon
me- and / replied that should BIO happy to
see him at any time
The next day he made his appearance.
Father looked at him i'll astonlshment::
proceeded to make the gentleman acqualnt-
ed. sta sa -.
"Dear father. this is Mr. Aminldab Fagge
Mr. Fagge, my father"
Father bowed, muttered something like
Fagge-rag-shag, and left the room. :.
Iexplained to Mr.. Fagge that my father
was eccentric. and we then fell into CONVEX
sation. l believe / remarked before that
| Mr.. Fagge was not fool. On the contrary,
| he had the largest assortment OF general IN
formation in his head of any person L ever
met. He had fresh, original way OF ex-
pressing himself, too, that was quite charm
ing to me- found myself becoming quite
| interested in him in spite of myself, and at
| last when he arose to go, pressed him 10
call again. He promised to, but as l saw
him going down the steps felt that he never
would, tor it did not seem possible he could
ever reach home without breaking his neck.
He seemed to be walking on stills, and one
| would have thought this his first attempt.
While was watching him, father return
| ed to the parlor. "Do you know who that
is, Beatrice2" he asked.
Certainly, that is Mr. Aminidab Fagge,"
replied.
"Fudgel 1 know that. But what is
he ~ ei ta..gI .u
"Oh we'll really, father, don't know.
| Possibly he is a perambulating tin mer-
| chant"
half expected father would go into con-
| vulsions; but he didn't, though he seemed
| very much excited. At last he Gained
/ himself enough to ask what Aminidab had
called for.
"To see me- 1 suppose. He didn't ask
| for any one else. l made his acquaintance
| last night at Mrs Tremain's"
Father began to boil again. Hes moth
ing but poor miserable fortune hunter, and
if he comes here again l will kick him out
of the house"
Don't, father; it might hurt him."
Beatrice" in voice of thunder, ego to
your room."
made my exit The paternal Puggins,
when he gets excited, will be obeycd. |
retired to my ROOM Was there not some
romance in this2 l enjoyed it highly.
There was everything in it to make it in
teresting to a young lady of my tempera-
ment There was the stern and cruel pa
rent. the poor but noble lover, and myself.
iclt that my hero had arrived. The love
for which had been waiting so long had
at last arrived in the person of Aminidab.
'Horrible!" you exclaim. Oh, no; the ug-
hest woman in the world. when seen through
lovers eyes, will look lovely. Mr.. Fagge
began to grow beautiful in my eyes from the
moment that my father threatened to kick
him from the door,
He called the next day while father was
out. l received him in the parlor. told
him, as gently rs could, that father had
conceived dislike for him.
Impossible" said Mr. Fagge.
"Not at all. He said he would aid you
| in making you exit from our door if he
caught you here again."
Il think had better retire" said he
"Oh no; father is never home at this
hourn
"But this is dishonorable"
"We can't help dislikes, you know, Mr.
Fagge," 1 said, with my most bewitclling
smile. "You called to see me, believe; 1
am of age, and shall be happy to see you
at any time when you please to call"
An angelic smile lighted up his counte-
nance, and to me lie seemed really beautiful.
When we parted at the door he pressed my
hand slightly. Oh it was SO sweet
After that, Mr.. Fagge and were to-
gether almost every day for a fort
night. Luckily my father was not
; aware of this. l did not suppose he would
| ever put his threat into execution; but still,
had lie found US together, he might have
made use of some rather harsh words, and
they might have caused an unpleasantness
But l felt that this could not always last.
There would be an explosion some day. 1t
came rather sooner than 1 expected.
Mr.. Fagge and were together. We had
been talking as usual nearly half an hour,
when he turned suddenly to me and said
Beatrice, there is something that 1 have
been wishing to tell you some time"
'Indeedn' gave him a glorious smile.
"What can it be2"
Beatrice" knew by the way his NOUS
tache bristled up what was coming"
| love YOU"
is that all ?"
rs not that enough ?'
why, thought by the expression of
| your countenance that it was something
more serious"
st will be serious enough for me, unless
| you tell me that my love is returned" he
said, throwing himself on his knees before
| me.
Indeed" / Twas wondering how he was
ever going to get up. That was very Sc
rious consideration.
"Can you love mer o.
did not feel quite certain about that; in
fact think that was as much in doubt
about the state of my heart as Mr. Fagge
| was.
"Will you have me, darling2''
The next instant Mr.. Fagge gave a veil of
pain that penetrated my soul. With a hur-
ried glance took in the whole situation.
Father had arrived, and was now putting
his threat into execution. Mr. Fagge made
no resistance, but allowed my father to lead
him to the door. My blood boiled. Isprang
toward them, and grasped Mr.. Fagge around
the neck.
"My dear Aminidab," I cried, II love
you; indeed do. You shall not take him.
father. He is mine, mine; my beloved
Aminidab p
Beatrice" shouted father
No, father you shall not,part u.s."
Beatrice, will you not obey me- %
I'm all but this. But you can never tear
US asundcr-no, never" And chung tighter
to the beloved of my soul.
Father sank into u chair, seemingly quite