The New Orleans crescent. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1866-1869, 1869-04-04
Tor the Sunday Crescentl
TOM wILLIAMs's CoURTsHIP.

Tom Williams was one OF those idle, lounging,
good .natured young gentlemen who sport Oh their
fathers, aud who, by their civites and liberality
win the affection of maidens. He was considered
Hie beau Of the little watering place In which he
RESIDED, and took great pains To please the fairer
Zone evening. when the Summer breezes softly
fitted by and the birds twittered and sung their
sweetest songs, Tom took stroll down the street,
dressed in his finest costume, to see what damsel
he could charm. He was whistling his favorite
tune, Rock me to sleep, mother" when no dis
cried pretty female tripping along before him.
Her elastic step and saucy men at once caught
Ids eye, and he determined to follow her and find
out where she lived.
! " | must discover some one who is acquainted
with herr thought Tom, " for she certainly is
most bewitching." The night came on and Tom
retired with bis heart all Ia futter; and he
nlept but little. for the image of the unknown was
Constantly before him.
I Weeks went by and though he passed by the
3oor every day, IN his promenades, he never OBJ.
1ained glimpse Of bis adorable.
l "Well, Tom. are you going to that party to-
morrow night?" asked Jack Sharpwater.
| "Well, don't know, have an.invitation," was
You had better come, the beauty. Miss Wal
lace, will be there"
Who may she be. and where does she live -
Eagerly asked Tom. ---.--.--
| "I'n be here-or-Or-Tll''-he could utter no
tnore bis heart in his tbrost; and turning, he
teft Jack standing on the corner.
50 she is 70 be therel Wen the gods have
goddess as love Miss Wallace. OH may be
Successful"
The evening Of the party came. az win enter
3late,' thought Tom. " for that Is fashionable ;
land when she sees all the guests shaking hands
with me she will think I'm somebody; and that
twill be In my favor.n The dancing had begun
tand the room was filed with music " long before
fTom arrived. Suddenly the bell rang and the
Iservsnt uthered in "Mr. Williams"
"why, friend Thomas. how are you; glad to
see you; had given you up" cried out Jack
1Sharwater then aside, Come, I'll Introduce
you 70 yoDder beauty
ifcraped, and begged the " sweetest OF priv.
tleges," that OF WALKING with her; of course
che willingly assented. Now Tom was considered
q good dancer. but on this occasion be completely
failed. All flushed end trembling he led his part
ner TO q seat. "Mr. Williams, you ought to learn
! the art" said Miss Wallace. This nerved Tom
I 30 he made another attempt and to his delight
1 succeeded. Oh, how pleased was the young lady ;
I sbe talked and laughed. and so Tom was happy.
finished.
There was slight breeze stirring the leaves Of
the vines thst wound themselves around the posts
and covered the banisters, and as the warmth Of
the room was very oppressive, Tom proposed
/ a walk on the gallery. What passed there let
not the historian say; but let 1t be known that
during the remainder Of the evening Mr.. Williams
and Miss wallace were rather loving. Ii was
evident that Tom was the fsvorite.
"You must call and see me.n she said as Tom
bid her good night her doc. He did visit her.
II was generally known they were soon to be
married In fact, the wedding day was appointed
and Tom was in ecstacy over his victory.
1t was the evening before the ceremony was TO
take place that the lover turned bis steps towards
his intended's dwelling. She was sitting In the
psrlor conversing with o tall. dark man, with
curly hair and sparkling eyes. whom she intro
duced as her cousin, Mr.. DousiDbury.
Tom was somewhat annoyed ct Mr.. Douisbury's
familiarity with Mss Wallace, bat she queted
him by saying as be bid her good night Don't
mind my cousin he's such a singular fellow"
:" Cousin or no cousin" thought Tom, III stop
him after 10. morrow
That night our hero slept but little. and long
before the sun had gained his regal seat his steps
were turned towards his alameda dwelling. he
rang the bell. A strange servant opened the
door, and TO his establishment, handed him q letter
and closed the door. He read:
Dear Tons--Now don't cry; please DON'T /
know it's hard, but the truth Is, / am q married
sronadn O married J1irt. Mr.. Dousinbury is nc
other than Mr.. Wallace, my husband. Do not
weep. but console yourself. for you are not the
first who have suffered by falling Ia love with me
Goodbye. l start for homo By the O'Clock
morning train. MISS alias MIS-. WALLACE
Up. s.-My young friend, in future mind how
you fall in love. The fsirer sorto' trckish
Respectfully, &c: WALLACE. Esq.,"
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