The Russellville Democrat., 1881-04-14
A WELL-MATCHED COUPLE.

London Truth on the Burdett-Coutts match.
 He was 30 years old and she was only GO. SD charitable people said it would be wel-proportioned match. The propor- ton was made up on his side by 'cuteness somewhat beyond his years, on hers by an immense deal of money. Granted that Lady Curlews's fortune took twenty years off her age, and that MT. Cashey- Barters 'cuteness added ten to his, then they might be said to be 40 years old each, and suitably matched in conse- quenCe.
 Alr. Cashey-Barter was a very nice young maxwell dressed, particular about his boots and reserved in his dis course He had a sweet-talking voice and seldom said foolish things, because, in venturing on subjects he did not un- derstand he went cautiously, like cat upon ice. He did not waste his time in idle hirtations with young ladies, but was earnest in his attentions to elderly ones. He was quick to observe whether they sat in draughts, and closed doors or win dows for them, discreetly unbidden. He could fondle lap-dogs and talk to them as prettily as nurses do to babies-"dog- gie-woggie," 'puggie-wuggie," and all that He was an intrepid tea drinker
  please" Thus had he won Lady Curlew's cart.
 fs ,rdrogyna, Lady Curlew, could not have contested for the apple of beauty with Mrs. l. ngtry; but she had beauti fnl soul, and that is surely the essential in marrlal e. She had large heart, too, great intellectual gifts, and kind mother. iy manners, whi h had really quite over come Mr. Cashey-Barter Her rent-roll had completed the facination and our friend, after urging his offer of marriage, eleven times on as many consecutive Sundays after morning service, when there were no visitors present, had, at last, somewhat unexpectedly, seen it ac- cepted.
 Cashey was not Mr. Barter's baptismal name, but sobriquet which had been conferred on him at his club, owing to his common deficiency of small coin. He could never affored to contribute a guinea, like other men, for any purpose, charitable or festive. He lived up to every sixpence of his meager income, so that at the years end, when he had bal anCed all his accounts, he could not afford 50 much as Christmas-box to the postman. Such dire poverty either brings a mans character into splendid training. so that he gets inured to selfdenial and loves it as a soldier does discipline, or else it twinges his soul with petty agonies. Cashey-Barter had secret pro- clivities toward life of luxury. He would have liked as much as any man to have his fourth. hand, his share in London theater, and his huntingdon at Melton. Paris had great attractions for him; so had Monaco; so had the opera on nights when Patti sang. There were times when he had played at 'ingt-et-un with ladies for half-pence secretly wish ing that they had been five-pound notes, and once under the mistletoe dancing with merry, lovely girl, who was not too coy, he had kis-. But enough of this, Cashey was now engaged to be married, and he looked forward to his marriage as destined to give him many of those pleasures in life from which his miser- able impecuniousness had debarred him. Unfortunately, Androgyna and Mir. Barter committed from the outset of their betrOthal a grave mistake. If they had got quickly and privately married, and had then announced their nuptials to the world society would have exper- fenced a mOmentary shock of surprise; but little would have been said, for the affairs of married people concern nobody. Lady Curlew, however, made her engage ment known long before the time she had fixed upon for the wedding where upon a cackle was raised in every Lon don drawing-room. Was it possible? ather ace and with such a young man, too? Why, she must be out of her mindp' That IS what the world said; and Androgyna's relatives taking an aflectionate, and, of course, disinterested view of her position con aaf fC ,.tl har anfllI 1pt rpf her put into an asylum. Finding this impossible one of their number, Gen. Gobbleby, a terrible old Tartar, resolved to call upon Mir. Barter and put that young man through his facings," as he called them.
 Look here, sir" cried this veteran, stalking into Casheys chambers at 9 o'clock one morning, just as the youth was sitting down to his breakfast with dazzling linen and a satin quilted dress ingiacket, for he had become greater bean than ever now that his tradesmen gave him unlimited credit Look here, sir, pack up your traps and leave the country"
 What the devil do you mean?" asked Cashey, speaking with a warmth which his Androgyna might have condoned in this case, but would have strongly re- Il'Ndtcu oH biullldIy OCtdoiollS'
 Why, l mean that you have turned the head of this poor old lady, my rela- tive, and you know well that you are not acting out of natural affection"
 "D3 you insinuute that Lady Curlew is not loyable? l thought you pretended to be very fond of her yourself2"
 Fond of her as a reverend kinswom- an certainly, siB but not in the way of marriage.'
 Well, you're married already, you see; besides opinions about marriage differ, l, for instance, General, should think it very hard lines to be married to Mrs. Gobbleby"
 "lou-young whipper-snapper, you if you insult me, I'll pull your nosep brlwled the indignant general.
 'Tou-old hunks, you. if hear any more of your impotence, I'll cut of youi ears and give them to my dog!' This is how Cashey closed the inter view.
 He had got the best of that encounter