The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1869-04-30
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HOW w As WON.
am the only daughter of Orlando
Puggins, of Fizzleton, retail dealer in
dry goods. My father is very promi-
nent man. in town, and | am belle OF
the village. I think [ have very good
reasons tor calling myself handsome,
for not less than score of young
men of my acquaintance have assured
me such is the fact. / have no reason
to doubt the words of these very
estimable young men, for l think l
should have been convinced OF my
beauty even If they had not whispered
it in my ear.
Ny fathers hobby had been for sew
cral years to make a good match for
me- Perhaps you know what good
match Is? l. is simply to marry a
man you positively hate; a man who
Is excessively ugly and disagreeable-
IN short, 4 iool-becaUse he Is wealthy.
If he has money, it makes no differ
enee what is his character; it is what
the world calls a good match. My
father thought just as 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 [ differed very much on
this point.
[ think l had imbibed what the
generality 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 a passion as love. L
logged for something more than a
posdle dog to lavish my affections
upon. / know it is very unmaldenly
for me to say this, but it is true. L
had plenty Of lovers, to be sure; but
ughl I preferred the poodle to them.
My hero had not yet arrived. / knew
he would come some time. Perhaps
he would come In ragged coat; but
the coat doesn't make the man, you
k0ow-although it does make great
many of those things that call them
selves nlen.
Meanwhile my father brought
lover to me-a Mr. Cattle, from Bos-
ton. He was doing large business
there. and was considered wealthy.
There's a lover worthy of you.
Beatrice, said my father, after Mr..
Cattle had made his first call. His
riches can hardly be counted.
| am sure his age can not, | re-
piled. : He is certainly twice as old
as l."
" Well?n
q think that is enough"
My father opened his eyes with as
constituent.
DO you mean to say that you
would not marry him if you had the
chanee2"
"Yes, that's what I mean"
BLESS my soull' cried my father;
'tare you sane?'
Perfectly"
Father looked incredulous.
g You read too much poetry. child.
You are woman now. and it is high
time for you to Danish those senti-
mental ideas from your silly head
Such an opportunity as this does not
come but once IN a woman s life
time"
Il should hope not
Father stamped his feet with rage
and looked unut'erable things. /
took up Lllla Rookh " aud began
reading the Fire Worshipers.
=" Beatrice, do you wish to bring my
gray hairs IN sorrow to the graveY'
mo, but I have to live with my
husband through life, and | would
much rather have one of my own
choosing"
Yes, yes, my child; but | have
lived longer than you, and / think
my Judgment is better. / wish to see
you happily married. [ don't want
you to marry some scouBdrel without
a cent in his pocket, and have 10 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
NV father looked grieved. but said
no more, aud soon after lett the room
Such is the perversity Of female
human nature that | think if that
scouudrcl without cent had proposed
iust at that moment, | should have
accepted him at once. / believe
women are ike the Irishman's pig.
He wished to drive the pig to Dublin !;
but he made him think he wished him
to 20 in the opposite direction. Con
sequently the pig was bound to Dub
lin, and to Dublin he went.
Mr.. Cattle never called again. [
think flthel' put a flea In his ear, for
he saw plainly that [ was not to be
driven into 4 union with = man [ did
not like.
a About this time father hired new
clerk. He was rather good looking,
and al my young lady friends voted
him proper, nice young man. | pre-
sumo he was what father called that
seoundrel without cent In his peck
ct 10 be sure he was dressed ele-
gautly; but / haven't the slightest
back was paid for; but what OF that
Wasn't he agresable2 Couldn't he
whisper soft nonsense for an entire
hour? Hadn't ne all the poetry of
the affections by hearth Then lie
wrote about love and meonshine IN
splendid r!ssysPes upon scented paper
and lie gave these illusions to me. /
almost thought [ loved him; and [
am sure he loved me, for he told me
so. [ hal 1t all written out In black
aud white, IN the most elegant verse l
ever read.
Father tried to keep cool through
al this, but it was, terrible hard work
far him to do 50. Once | heard him
telg mother that | was bound to go to
the deuce, he didn't know as he could
help it. /.
It's only a Irritation" mother said.
Filtration iudeedf | tell you she :
bswitched after him, my father said.
Aud then ne added. Well 1t IS not
= quite as bad as it might be. Torsel-
dorf isn't a bad yOu7g name course
he hasn't got cent, tut If they are