Holmes County farmer. [volume] (Millersburg, Ohio) 1857-1926, 1861-03-28


really, truly loved, by one so good, SO
gifted, SO noble as you.
"Then you are really literary man,
aud wrote those dear, delightful stories in
Harper's Magazinel Itseems all dream
that one standing on such n pinnacle Of
ge,,ius and fame should stoop to care for
such plain, foolish, unattractive little
body as me.
"And is il true that your poverty is the
only obstacle 70 our speedy marriage?-
(I wish you could zee how l blush as /
write the word. Think, dear Adolphus,
/ can remove that obstacle. My papa is
merchant on Broadway. They say he
is rlch-I don't know how rich, but am
sure he has heaps Of money. He would
not approve Of my getting married now,
but if we should do it first and then ask
his consent afterwards, am sure he won't
refuse it, for l am his only child, and he
thinks all the world of me. Besides, /
know he will be proud that have mar
ried man of genius. Then he will give
us house and everything nice.
Dear, noble Adolphus, do not think
me cheap for consenting so readily. If
You only knew how unhappy / am, and
what cruelties and privations suffer from
Madame Crochet, lam sure you wouldn't
wonder.
"But must bid you adieu, dearest,
and get horrid geometry lesson, or /
shall catch dreadful scolding.
write Immediately to your ever de-
voted "ARABELLA."
"Angel," murmered, on finishing it,
commissioned to elevate me to that
height Of competence and happiness for
which nature designed me! Blissful pros
poets Of"
Just then came tap at my door-and
Brown enteredl
$50 have found you at last" he ex-
claimed with unpleasant elation. "Hope
you have been well?'
My paradise was in possession of the
fiend. No resource remained but diplo-
macy. Repellant as it was to my feelings
yet, in my desperation, availed myself
of it.
"Mr. Brown, / said, attempting q
cheerful expression of countenance, 81
trust the time is near when l shall be
able to discharge my long deferred obli-
cations to yon."
Brown replied only by an incredulous
leer, as one who would say, That's play
ed out"
"Mr. Brown" 1 continued, drawing
my chair confdentially close to his, II
am going to be married"
1.-The very best thing young gentle
man can do" he remarked. paternally.
provided he marries we'll" The last
clause was interrogative.
"She is an angel" replied, Brown
sneered, "and an heiress" Brown smiled
approval )-"the only child of wealthy
parents" Brown became radiant.
"The result" he exclaimed, "of being
fitted out by Brown d. Co. You are not
the first young gentleman whose fortune
has been made in that way. Very few"
he continued, sententiously, appreciate
the value of good Clothes"
will not repeat the conversation that
ensued. So satisfactory was it, that
Browns original confidence in, and ben
eyolent regard for me. were fully restored.
He even engaged to furnish me wedding
suit, accepting my note for the full amt
of my Indebtedness to him, increased by
interest at rather more than the legal rate.
Fortune and Arabella continued to
smile on me. After few impatient
weeks and numerous ardent epistles, Hy-
men was invoked to cap the climax of
our happiness. A dark evening = the
quiet exit of Arabella-a carriage contain
ing myself at the nearest corner-a
hurried visit to q certain well-known
clergyman whose sympathy for benighted
seekers after matrimony has been source
of much emolument to himself-followed
by penitent filial prostration at paternal
feet; this was the programme whose sue
| cessful execution sent unbounded indig
nation to the bosoms of Madame Crochet
and her corps of accomplished instructors,
and thrill of sympathetic excitement to
those Of her fair pupils, besides leading
to occurrences yet to be recounted.
The next morning after the evening of
our marriage-thrice happy EVENING"
we presented ourselves at the handsome
uptown residence of Arabella's parent.
Seated. awaiting him in the parlor,
Arabella looked peculiarly lovely. Her
complexion was curious mixture of pal
lor and bushes, and her beautiful eyes
were evidently charged with torrent of
tears, ready for effusion at the righ: mo-
ment. AS for myself was carefully ar
rayed for the occasion in the irresistible
dress-suit that had graced my wedding.
AT length the door opened. The tears
gushed. "Dear papa" sobbed Arabella
"this-is-my-husband."
Turning. l confronted Brown.
That my Arabella, nee Brown, should
have been the daughter of that Brown, of
all the thousands in New York bearing
that respectable patronymic!
My first impulse was to rush inconti-
nently from the house, but one glance at
Arabella incapacitated me for such pro-
ceeding. Brown, on the other hand, ex-
hibited evidences of an equally violent
and unpleasant tumult of emotions. AT
length, recovering his composure, some
what as serpent might revive after an
unexpected blow from cudgel. he re-
marked, blandly:-"It seems You have
done me the honor, sir, to marry my
daughter, and now, / suppose, expect me
to provide for you both"
l bowed courteous assent to this prop
| sition