The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-03-15
Love in a Cottage"

waltzes 80 divlnelyY Y" asked young
Frank Belmont of his friend Charles
Hastings, as they stood playing "wall
flower" for the moment at military
ball.
"Julia Heathcote," answered Charles
with half sigh. An old friend of
mine. proposed, but she refused
me.'' nl
"On what ground2"
"Simply because had comfortable
income. Her head is full of romantic
notions, and she dreams of nothing but
love In cottage. She contends that
poverty is essential to happiness and
that money is a bane." ar
"Have you given up all hopes of
herY"
Entirely. In fact, I'm engaged"
"Then you have no objection to my
addressing this dear, romantic angelY"
=" None whatever. But 1 see my
fiance excuse me. 1 must walk the
next quadrille with her. Good luck"
Frank Belmont was a stranger in
Boston-a New Yorker-immensely rich
and fashionable, but his reputation had
not preceded him and Charles Hastings
was the only man in New England who
knew him. He procured an introduc-
ton to the belle from one of the mana
gers, and soon danced and talked him
self into her good graces. In fact 1t was
clear case of love on both sides. The
enamor ed pair were sitting apart, enjoy
ing delicious tetc- tete. Suddenly Mr..
Belmont heaved deep sigh.
"Why do you sigh, Mr.. Belmont P''
asked the fair Julia, secretly not displeas-
ed with this proof of her lovers sensiblli-
ty. IT'S not this gay scene 7"
"Alas yes % replied Belmont, gloomi-
ly. "But fate does not permit me to
mingle habitually in scenes like these
They only make my ordinary life doubly
gloomy, and even here seem to see the
shadow of fiend waving me away
What right have to be here? 7"
"What fiend do yon allude to 2" asked
Miss Heatbcoate, with increasing inter-
est.
GA fiend hardly presentable in good
society" replied Belmont, bitterly. zone
could tolerate Mephistopheles-a digni-
fed fiend--with his pockets full of
money, but my tormentor, If personified
would appear with seedy boots and a
shocking bad hat"
"How absurd !"
SIT is true," sighed Belmont; "and
the name of my fiend is poverty"
"Are you poor?'
eyes madam and when would fain
render myself agreeable in the eyes of
beauty this fiend whispers to me: Be
ware you have nothing to offer but love
in a COTTAGE"
"Mr. Belmont, - said Julia, with spark
ling eyes and voice of unusual anima-
tion, "although there are sordid souls in
this world, who only judge of the merits
of an individual by his pecuniary poss
essions, do not belong to the, number.
L respect poverty. There is something
poetical about it, and L imagine that
happiness is oftener found in the humble
cottage than be meath the palace roof"
Belmont appeared enchanted with
this encouraging avowal. The result
was an elopement. The happy couple
passed day in New York, and then
Frank removed his beloved to his "cot-
tage."
An Irish hack conveyed them to a
miserable shanty in the environs of
New York city, where they alighted and
Frank escorted his bride into the room,
which served as kitchen, reception
and drawing room, and was neither
papered nor carpeted, introduced Mad
anne Julia to his mother. The old lady,
who was peeling potatoes, hastily wiped
her hands on her apron and saluted her
"darter" on both cheeks.
Can it be possible" thought Julia
"that this vulgar creature is my Franks
mother ?"
Frank |" screamed the old woman,
you'd better go right up stairs and take
of them hired close. The boys been
arter 'em more'n fifty times. Frank
hired 'em when he went down East, !"
she added, by way of explanation to
Julia, 4" to look smart"
The bridegroom retired on this hint,
and soon reappeared in pair of faded
nankeen pantaloons' reaching to about
the calves of his legs, very shabby
black coat out at elbows, a ragged black
vest, and, instead of his vanished boots