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present happiness seems to be overflowing; that she is most fond of
recalling the painful hours she experienced in making me what I am。
Then her tears flow freely; and often I am held in her soft little hand;
while she prays for the soul of her grandmother; or offers up praises for
her own existing blessings。 I am no longer thought of for balls and routs;
but appear to be doomed to the closet; and those moments of tender
confidence that so often occur between these lovers。 I complain not。 So
far from it; never was an 〃article〃 of my character more highly favored;
passing an existence; as it might be; in the very bosom of truth and
innocence。 Once only have I seen an old acquaintance; in the person of
Clara Caverly; since my change of mistressthe idea of calling a de la
Rocheaimard; a boss; or bossess; is out of the question。 Clara is a
distant relative of Betts; and soon became intimate with her new cousin。
One day she saw me lying on a table; and; after an examination; she
exclaimed

〃Two things surprise me greatly here; Mrs。 Shorehamthat YOU
should own one of these THINGS〃I confess I did not like the word
〃and that you should own this particular handkerchief。〃

〃Why so; chere Clara?〃how prettily my mistress pronounces that
name; so different from Clarry!

〃It is not like YOU to purchase so extravagant and useless a THING
and then this looks like a handkerchief that once belonged to another
persona poor girl who has lost her means of extravagance by the
change of the times。 But; of course; it is only a resemblance; as YOU〃

〃It is more; Clarathe handkerchief is the same。 But that handkerchief
is not an article of dress with me; it is MY FRIEND!〃

The reader may imagine how proud I felt! This was elevation for the
species; and gave a dignity to my position; with which I am infinitely
satisfied。 Nevertheless; Miss Caverly manifested surprise。

〃I will explain;〃 continued Mrs。 Shoreham。 〃The handkerchief is my own
work; and is very precious to me; on account des souvenirs。〃

{des souvenirs = of memories}

Adrienne then told the whole story; and I may say Clara Caverly
became my friend also。 Yes; she; who had formerly regarded me with
indifference; or dislike; now kissed me; and wept over me; and in this
manner have I since passed from friend to friend; among all of
Adrienne's intimates。

Not so with the world; however。 My sudden disappearance from it
excited quite as much sensation as my debut in it。 Tom Thurston's
addresses to Miss Monson had excited the envy; and; of course; the
attention of all the other fortune…hunters in town; causing his sudden
retreat to be noticed。 Persons of this class are celebrated for covering
their retreats skilfully。 Tom declared that 〃the old chap broke down
when they got as far as the fortunethat; as he liked the girl; he would
have taken her with 75;000; but the highest offer he could get from
him was 30;000。 This; of course; no gentleman could submit to。 A girl
with such a pocket…handkerchief OUGHT to bring a clear 100;000;
and I was for none of your half…way doings。 Old Monson is a humbug。
The handkerchief has disappeared; and; now they have taken down the
SIGN; I hope they will do business on a more reasonable scale。〃

A month later; Tom got married。 I heard John Monson laughing over
the particulars one day in Betts Shoreham's library; where I am usually
kept; to my great delight; being exceedingly fond of books。 The facts
were as follows。 It seems Tom had cast an eye on the daughter of a
grocer of reputed wealth; who had attracted the attention of another
person of his own school。 To get rid of a competitor; this person
pointed out to Tom a girl; whose father had been a butcher; but had just
retired from business; and was building himself a fine house somewhere
in Butcherland。

〃That's your girl;〃 said the treacherous adviser。 〃All butchers are rich;
and they never build until their pockets are so crammed as to force
them to it。 They coin money; and spend nothing。 Look how high beef
has been of late years; and then they live on the smell of their own
meats。 This is your girl。 Only court the old fellow; and you are sure of
half a million in the long run。〃

Tom was off on the instant。 He did court the old fellow; got introduced
to the family; was a favorite from the first; offered in a fortnight; was
accepted; and got married within the month。 Ten days afterward; the
supplies were stopped for want of funds; and the butcher failed。 It
seems HE; too; was only taking a hand in the great game of brag that
most of the country had sat down to。

Tom was in a dilemma。 He had married a butcher's daughter。 After this;
every door in Broadway and Bond street was shut upon him。 Instead of
stepping into society on his wife's shoulders; he was dragged out of it by
the skirts; through her agency。 Then there was not a dollar。 His empty
pockets were balanced by her empty pockets。 The future offered a sad
perspective。 Tom consulted a lawyer about a divorce; on the ground of
〃false pretences。〃 He was even ready to make an affidavit that he had
been slaughtered。 But it would not do。 The marriage was found to stand
all the usual tests; and Tom went to Texas。







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