Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1870-05-13
General Literature.
HOIv'I U.fS WOW.

am the only daughter of Orlando Pug
gins of Fizzleton, retail dealer in dry
goods. My father is very prominent man
in town, and l am belle of the village. l
think have very good reason for calling
myself handsome, for not less than a score
of young men of my acquaintance have as
sured me such is the fact 1 have no rea-
son to doubt the words of these very
estimable young men, for think l should
have been convinced of my beauty if they
had not whispered it in my ear.
My fathers hobby had been for several
years to make good match for me. Per-
haps you know what a good match is? 1t
is simply to marry a man you positively
hate; a man who is excessively ugly and
disagrceable-in short a fool-because he is
wealthy. If he has money, it makes no
difference with his character; it is what
the world calls good match. My father
thought Just as the rest of the world did
and often have heard him say that Beat
rice would ride in her own carriage some
day, That was the highest idea of happi-
ness. Perhaps it is needless to say that my
father and / differed very much on this
point.
think had imbibed what the general
ity of people will call rather romantic no.
tions. Can you believe it, that the belle of
Fizzleton, at the age of twenty-five, imag
ned that there was such passion as love?
longed for something more than poodle
dog to lavish my affections upon. l know
it was unmaidenly for me to say this, but
it is true. l had plenty of lovers, to be
sure; but ugh l preferred the poodle to
them. My hero had not yet arrived. l
knew he would come sometime. Perhaps
he would me 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 father brought lover TO me
"A Mr.. Cattle, from Boston. He was do
ing a large business there, and was consid-
cred wealthy.
"There's a lover worthy of you, Beatrice"
said my father, after MIR. Cattle had made
his first call. ellis riches can hardly be
counted"
~ am sure his age cannot,' l replied.
"He is twice as old as l am"
"Well ?"
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 chance?"
"That's what l mean.'
"Bless my soul y cried my father; "are
you sane2'
Perfectly"
Father looked incredulous.
"You read too much poetry, child. You
are woman now, and its high time for you
to Danish those sentimental ideas from your
silly head. Such an opportunity does not
come but once in woman's lifetime"
II should hope not"
Father stamped his feet with rage, and
looked unutterable things. took up I.al-
lah Rookh, and began reading the Fire
Worshippers.
Beatrice, do you wish to bring my gray
hairs in sorrow TO the grave2"
"No; but have to live with my husband
through life, and l would much rather
have one of my own choosing"
"Yes, yes, my child but l have lived
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