Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, W.T. [i.e. Wis.]) 1843-1844, 1844-05-18

him take eighteen pence"
And it was with much self-compla-
cency that good old Moses pulled out
of his pocket handful of money.
"Change!" said Mr.. Alonzo, with
much misgiving, change!-eighteen
pence--two shilings-what are you
talking about? What kind OF flowers
were they?"
"Oh! beautiful flowers, massa.-
There was pi'nies and laylocks, and
-blumeches, and cherry ting!"
We will only say that if hard words
could break bones, poor old Moses
would not have had whole one left
in his body-but of what avail.
Next day came out invitations for
large party at Mrs. Van Der Benscho-
tens, and Harry Blunt, who had been
spied out by one of the belligerent
brothers Of Miss Aida, and recogni-
zed as the hero of the serenade a
PEspagnol was invited, while our
poor friend, Alonzo, was overlooked
entirely, in spite of the laugh which
his elegant boquet had afforded the
young ladies.
The morning after the party, Alon-
20 encountered his friend Harry, who
had been much surprised at his alb
sence.
"Why didn't you go?" he asked.
ait was splendid affair. | heard of
your boquet, but l explained, and you
need not mind. Write note your
self-that will set all right again"
"Would you really"' said Mr. Alon-
70, earnestly.
"To be sure l would. Come do it
at once"
But Alonzo reccolected that he had
not yet found much time to bestow on
his education, so that the writing of a
note would be somewhat Of an under
taking.
"Can't you do it for me?" said he;
you are used to these things"
"Oh, yes certainly" said the obi
ging Harry, and he dashed off a very
pretty note, enveloped it, CONNIE IL
faut, and directingit TO Miss Van Der
Benschoten, Humming-Bird Place.
A most obliging answer was return
ed-an answer requiring reply; and,
by the aid of his friend Harry, Mr..
Alonzo Romeo Rush kept up his sidc
Of the correspondence with so much
spirit, that, in the course of week or
two, he was invited to call at the rural
residence, with an understanding on
all sides that this interview was to be
the end of protocols, and the incipient
stage Of defnitive arrangements which
would involve the future happiness Of
pair Of hearts.
1t was an anxious morning, that
which fitted out Mr.. Alonzo Romeo
Rush for his expedition. His grand
mamma washed and coinbed him, and
the little tailoress brushed his clothes,
picking off every particle of lint with
her slender fingers, and thinking, when
she had done, that he stood the very
perfection of human loneliness.
"Thank you Mary" said he, very
kindly, and, as he looked at her, he
could not but notice the deep blush
which covered cheek usually pale
for want of exercise and amusement.
However, this was no time to look
at tailoresses; and Mr.. Alonzo was
soon on his way TO Humming-Bird
Place.
How his hand trembled as he fun
bled for the bell-handle, and how re-
miniscences crowded upon him as he
saw on the step large dog which he
knew by intuition to be the very Vix-
en- Of the serenade. Then to think Of
what different circumstances he stood
in at present! Oh! it was overpower
ing, and Mr.. Alonzo was all in per-
spiration when the servant opened the
door.
SIS Miss Van Der Benschoten at
homer"
"Yes sir!" A low bow. "Walk up
stairs, sir!'
Another low bow. The servant
must have guessed his errand.
He was ushered into twilight draw
ing-room, and sat down, his heart
throbbing so that it made the sofa cush-
ions quiver.
Hark!-a footstep-a lady-and in
another instant Mr.. Alonzo had taken
a small hand without venturing TO look
II the ice Of the owner. He had for