"She"ll find herself foiled once in her life," was the laughing reply; "and so you may as well tell her that all her efforts will be in vain, and thus save further trouble."
"No, I won"t, though. I"ll tell her to go on, while I stand off and look at the fun. I"ll bet on her, into the bargain, for I know she"ll beat."
"So will I, two to one!" broke in Loring--
"Don"t be so certain of that."
"We"ll see," was the laughing response, and then the young men separated.
Manley, the individual who had met Loring and Haley at the coffee-house door, was the brother of Clara, and Haley was her accepted lover. The latter had removed to the city in which all the parties resided, some two years before, from the east, and had commenced business for himself. Nothing was known of his previous life, or connections. But the pure gold of his character soon became apparent, and guarantied him a reception into good society. All who came into a.s.sociation with him, were impressed in his favour.
Steadily, however, during that time, had he persisted in not tasting any kind of stimulating drinks. All kinds of stimulating condiments at table, were likewise avoided. The circle of acquaintances which had gradually formed around him, or into which, rather, he had been introduced, was a wine and brandy-drinking set of young men, and he was frequently urged to partake with them; but neither persuasion, ridicule, nor pretended anger, could, in the least, move him from his fixed resolution. Such scenes as that just presented, were of frequent occurrence, particularly with recent acquaintances, as was the case with Loring.
Within a year he had been paying attention to Clara Manley, a happy-hearted young creature, over whose head scarce eighteen bright summers had yet pa.s.sed. Esteem and admiration of her mind and person, had gradually changed into a pure and permanent affection, which was tenderly and truly reciprocated.
Wine, in the house of Mr. Manley, was used almost as freely as water. It was, with brandy, an invariable accompaniment of the dinner-table, and no evening pa.s.sed without its being served around.
Haley"s refusal to touch it, was at first thought singular by Clara; but she soon ceased to observe the omission, and the servant soon learned in no case to present him the decanter. George Manley, however, could not tolerate Haley"s temperate habits, because he thought his abstinence a mere whim, and bantered him upon it whenever occasion offered. At last, he aroused Clara"s mind into opposition, and incited her to make an effort to induce her lover to drink.
"What"s the use of my doing it, brother?" she asked, when he first alluded to it. "His not drinking does no harm to any one."
"If it don"t, it makes him appear very singular. No matter who is here--no matter on what occasion, he must adhere to his foolish resolution. People will begin to think, after awhile, that he"s some reformed drunkard, and is afraid to taste a drop of any kind of liquor."
"How can you talk so, George?" Clara said, with a half-offended air.
"So it will appear, Clara; and you can"t help it, unless you laugh him out of his folly."
"I don"t wish to say anything to him about it."
"You"re afraid."
"No, I am not, George."
"Yes, you are."
"What am I afraid of?"
"Why, you"re afraid that you won"t succeed."
"Indeed, then, and I am not. A mere notion like that I could easily prevail on him to give up. I should be sorry, indeed, if I had not that much influence over him."
"You"ll find it a pretty hard notion to beat out of him, I can tell you. I"ve seen half a dozen young men try for an hour by all kinds of means to induce him to taste wine; but it was no use. He was immovable."
"I don"t care;--he couldn"t refuse me, if I set myself about it."
"He could, and he would, Clara."
"I don"t believe a word of it."
"Try him, then."
"I don"t see any use in it. Let him enjoy his total-abstinence! if he wishes to."
"I knew you were afraid."
"Indeed, I am not, then."
"Yes, you are."
"It"s no such thing."
"Try him, then."
"I will, then, since it"s come to that."
"He"ll be too much for you."
"Don"t flatter yourself. I"ll manage him."
"How?"
"Why, I"ll insist on his taking a gla.s.s of that delightful champaign with me, which you sent home yesterday."
"Suppose he declines?"
"I won"t take his refusal. He shall take a gla.s.s with me."
"We"ll see, little sis". I"ll bet on Haley."--And so saying, the young man turned away laughing at the success of his scheme.
That evening, towards nine o"clock, as Haley sat conversing with Clara, a servant entered the room as usual with bottles and gla.s.ses.
George Manley was promptly on his feet, to cut the cork and "pop"
the champaign, which he did, while the servant stood just before Clara and her lover.
"You must take a gla.s.s of this fine champaign with me, Mr. Haley,"
the young tempter said, turning upon him a most winning smile.
"Indeed, Clara--"
"Not a word now. I shall take no refusal."
"I must be--"
"Pour him out a gla.s.s, George."
And George filled two gla.s.ses, one of which Clara lifted, with the sparkling liquor at the height of its effervescence.
"There"s the other; take it quick, before it dies," she said, holding her own gla.s.s near her lips.
"You must excuse me, Clara. I do not drink wine," Mr. Haley said, as soon as he was permitted to speak, in a tone and with a manner that settled the question at once.
"Indeed, it is too bad, Mr. Haley!" Clara responded, with a half-offended air, putting her untasted gla.s.s of wine back upon the waiter,--"to deny me so trifling a request. I must say, that your refusal is very ungallant. Whoever heard of a gentleman declining to take wine with a lady?"