The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1860-02-02
Stlcet Gale.
TIE MAIL CLERKS STORY.
BY GEORGE ARNOLD.

| The manner III which | became possess
ed Of the following story is somewhat re-
markable. | was going down Broadway
to dine with a friend at Delmonico's, when
| observed handsome carriage, contained
Two ladies. to stop at the corner of Reade
street. One of these ladies--a young and
beautiful brunette--smiled on me in pass
ing. much to my surprise, for l felt sure
that had never seen her before When
the vehicle stopped, she alIgh:ed, with
the assistance of the coachman, and ap-
preached me with outstretched hands.
x x
Two days afterwards, the beautiful bru-
nette placed a small roll of manuscript in
my hands.
Am at liberty to tell where and how
| procured this story?' | asked
1 had rather you would not. she
said.
So, dear reader, as it is none Of your
business, think will not relate the cir.
cumstances.
The following is the story, published
from the original manuscript, and after
perusins it, my readers may understand
the foregoing.
MATRIMONIAL ADVERTISING.
was once clerk in a mail-station in
New York city.
AS can be easily imagined. | have seen
a great deal of the under-current of me-
tropolitan life
Young gentlemen of elegant exterior
came in occasionally, and left letters di-
rect"d to Josephine, or Isabel, or Eloise, or
Virginia, Mail-station y.
The young ladies, splendidly dressed,
but heavily yelled, came for these letters,
timidly inquiring Of me, from behind their
triple screens of silk gauze Il have dis
covered, from experience, that three wells
of different colors are perfectly impene-
trable to the sharpest gaze), if there is
anything for Josephine
Poor children Their hands often trem-
bled, when they received these missives,
directed in the well known beloved hand
Writing. Sometimes they assumed non
chaance which they did not feel, and
cody dropped the letter into the pocket Or
recticule. as if it were the merest trifle.
Yet upon such :rifles, happiness-even
life itself often hang
For three weeks last spring, young la
dy had been receiving and leaving letters
at my station. Those she received were
addressed: Miss Lizzie Thomas, Mail
Station Y, New York City, Those she
left Were addressed: Halsey Morgan, Esq.
Mail Station y. New York City,
The gentleman who deposited letters for
her was tall, good looking fellow, with
blond whiskers and blue eyes; he always
dressed fashionably, sported lavender
gloves, a gold trimmed eye glass, cane
with jeweled head; and was, in short,
quite swell.
The lady herself was generally yelled
when she came, but once or twice caught
glimpse of her face, ard found her very
beautiful, having a shower of black ring
eta and eyes of that peculiar soft, brown
tint that give such sweetness and vivaclty
to brunette countenanCe She usually
dressed with great simplicity, but always
well and neatly, and certain grace and
ease In all her movements evinced the
cultivated woman.
She seemed TO be most painfully anx-
hibted decided nervousness If she did
not get one when she expected it. Plainly.
she was deeply interested in Halsey Nor
gan, whoever he might be.
He. on the contrary, received her com
munications very cavalerly, and on two
or three occasions, when some friend ac-
companied him, spoke of them with the
utmost iasincerity. A companion once
asked him if that was love letter he had
just go.
Yes, the fifth this week, and all from
different women'
L had no especial fondness for Mr..
Morgan. after that, as may wall be imag-
ined
Not long after ! saw that gentleman
early one morning. coming out Of noto-
rious gambling house in Broadway, arm
in-arm with one Of the most undoubted
scoundrels in New York. Their remarks
as they passed me, convinced me that il