The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1869-07-22
Selected Story,
HOW I WAS WON.

1 am the only daughter of Orlando
Puggins, of Fizzleton, retail dealer in
dry goods. My father is q very pronAl-
nent man in town, and | am belle OF the
village. think 1 have very good rea-
sons for calling myself handsome, for not
less than score of young men OF my
acquaintance have assured me such is the
fact. I have no reason to doubt the
words of these very amiable young men,
for think should have been convinced
of nv beauty even if they had not whs-
pered it in my ear.
NV fathers hobby had been for several
years to make good match for me. Fer,
haps you know what good match is !!
It is simply to marry man you posi-
lively hate; man who is excessively
ugly and disagreeable-in short, fool
because he is wealthy. IF he has money,
it makes no difference what is his charac-
ter; it is what the world calls a good
match. NY father thought just what the
rest of the world did; and often have L
heard him say that Beatrice should ride
in her own carriage some day. That
was the highest idea of happiness. Per-
haps it is needless to say that my father
and i differed very much on this point.
think l had imbibed what the gene
rality OF people will call rather romantic
notions. Can you believe it, that the
belle of Fizzleton, at the age of twenty
two, imagined that there was such pas
sion as love? longed for something
more than poodle dog to lavish my al
fections upon. I know it is very un~
maidenly for ME to say this, butit is true
had plenty of lovers, to be sure; but
ugh I preferred 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. lie
was doing large business there, and was
considered wealthy.
aThere's q lover worthy Of you, Bea-
trice," said my father, after Mr.. Cattle
had made his first call. "His riches can
hardly be counted"
81 am sure his age cannot" | replied.
"He is certainly twice as old as l."
aWell?"
III think that is enough"
My father opened his eyes with aston
ishment.
aDo you mean to say that you would
not marry him if you had the chance I"
eyes, that's what mean"
"Bless my soul~ cried my father; care
you sane 2"
"Perfectly."
Father looked incredulous.
aYou read too much poetry, child. You
are 8 woman now, and it is high time tor
YOU to Danish those sentimental ideas
from your silly head Such an opportu-
nifty as this does not come but once IN
woman's lifetime"
"I should hope not"
Father stamped his feet with rage AID
looked unutterable things. took LaLa
RooM and began reading the Fire wor-
shippers.
aBeatrice, do you wish to bring my
gray hairs in sorrow 20 the grave Z"
"No; but have to live with my hus-
band through life, and l would much rath-
er have one of my own choosing"
eyes. YES, my Child; but I have lived
longer than you, and l think my Judg-
tne1t is better. I don't want you to mar
ry some scoundrel without a cent in his
rocket, and have you to wear your life
ont as his drudge. AS the wife of Mr..
Cattle you will lead life of luxury and
ease"
ga life of miseryp
My fathsr looked grieved, but said no
more, and soon after left the room.
Such is the perversity of female human
nature that 1 think if that scoundrel
without cent had proposed just at that
moment, / should have accepted him at
once. 7 believe women are like the
1rishman's pig. BE wished to drive the
pig to Dublin but he made him think he
wished him to 60 in an opposite direc-
tion. Consequently the pig was bound
10 Dublin and to Dublin he went
MIR. Cattle never called again. [ think
father put flea in his ear, for he saw
plainly that was not to be driven into
union with mau did not like.
About this time father hired new
clerk. He was rather good looking, and
all my lady friends voted him q proper,
nice young man. 1 presume he was
what father called that scoundrel without
a cent in his pocket. To be sure nc was
dressed elegantly; but I haven't the
slightest idea that the coat he wore on
his back was paid for; but what of that !
Wasn't he agreeable? Couldn't he whis,
per soft nonsense for an entire evening |!
Hadn't ho all the poetry of the atfec-
tions by heart? Then he wrote about
love and moonshine in splendid rhymes
upon scented paper, and he gave these
effusions to me. l almost thought L
loved him; and am sure he loved me,