Thank you for visiting SNEWPapers!
Sign up free
Literary
January 20, 1844
The Ripley Advertiser
Ripley, Tippah County, Mississippi
What is this article about?
A wealthy widow attempts to steal Irish linen from a store where her rejected suitor works alone as a clerk. He catches her, threatens arrest, and proposes marriage to avoid scandal. She accepts, and they wed the following Sunday.
Clipping
OCR Quality
95%
Excellent
Full Text
A ROMANTIC STORY.
The Cincinnati Inquirer tells the following story—'A lady in easy-circumstances—or as easy as the possession of twenty thousand dollars and as agreeable form can render a blooming widow of thirty-five, entered a store in Lower Market St. on Monday last, for the purpose of purchasing a supply of dry goods.
It so happened that the salesman in the said store was a young gentleman with whom she had long been intimately acquainted. As luck would have it, he was the only person in the store.
When the lady entered, there was no recognition a blush and an enquiry about the price of flannel. She bought a few articles and while the clerk was at the back part of the store, making out the bill, she slipped a bolt of Irish linen under her cloak.
The clerk [himself unseen by the lady.] witnessed the operation, and when he came forward to present the bill, he very ungallantly and very bluntly accused her of the theft. This was a proud moment for the young man—a moment of triumph.
But one short month had elapsed since the night when this same lady had indignantly refused a marriage proposed from this same young man!
He now felt the superiority of his position—he felt that the Irish linen placed it in his power to dispel the clouds which poverty had thrown around him, and he told the unfortunate widow that his duty required him to place her in the cold embrace of the law, in order that justice might be done his injured master and respectable society deprived of a dangerous member. She hung her head and the tears streamed upon her black-kid gloves as she took from under her cloak the costly handiwork of Erin's Isle and put it on the counter.
'What shall I do to be saved!' said the widow. The young man smiled. Revenge is sweet so is a widow of thirty five with the good round sum of twenty thousand.
The young man suggested the only method by which she could save herself from disgrace and a prison. The suggestion opened the way for a general business conversation which terminated in a bargain. The Irish linen became a joke, and on Sunday night last—they were married.
The Cincinnati Inquirer tells the following story—'A lady in easy-circumstances—or as easy as the possession of twenty thousand dollars and as agreeable form can render a blooming widow of thirty-five, entered a store in Lower Market St. on Monday last, for the purpose of purchasing a supply of dry goods.
It so happened that the salesman in the said store was a young gentleman with whom she had long been intimately acquainted. As luck would have it, he was the only person in the store.
When the lady entered, there was no recognition a blush and an enquiry about the price of flannel. She bought a few articles and while the clerk was at the back part of the store, making out the bill, she slipped a bolt of Irish linen under her cloak.
The clerk [himself unseen by the lady.] witnessed the operation, and when he came forward to present the bill, he very ungallantly and very bluntly accused her of the theft. This was a proud moment for the young man—a moment of triumph.
But one short month had elapsed since the night when this same lady had indignantly refused a marriage proposed from this same young man!
He now felt the superiority of his position—he felt that the Irish linen placed it in his power to dispel the clouds which poverty had thrown around him, and he told the unfortunate widow that his duty required him to place her in the cold embrace of the law, in order that justice might be done his injured master and respectable society deprived of a dangerous member. She hung her head and the tears streamed upon her black-kid gloves as she took from under her cloak the costly handiwork of Erin's Isle and put it on the counter.
'What shall I do to be saved!' said the widow. The young man smiled. Revenge is sweet so is a widow of thirty five with the good round sum of twenty thousand.
The young man suggested the only method by which she could save herself from disgrace and a prison. The suggestion opened the way for a general business conversation which terminated in a bargain. The Irish linen became a joke, and on Sunday night last—they were married.
What sub-type of article is it?
Prose Fiction
What themes does it cover?
Love Romance
What keywords are associated?
Romantic Story
Widow
Theft
Marriage
Salesman
Irish Linen
What entities or persons were involved?
The Cincinnati Inquirer
Literary Details
Title
A Romantic Story.
Author
The Cincinnati Inquirer
Key Lines
What Shall I Do To Be Saved! Said The Widow. The Young Man Smiled. Revenge Is Sweet So Is A Widow Of Thirty Five With The Good Round Sum Of Twenty Thousand.
The Young Man Suggested The Only Method By Which She Could Save Herself From Disgrace And A Prison.
The Irish Linen Became A Joke, And On Sunday Night Last—They Were Married.