The mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado County, Calif.) 1863-1943, 1865-03-11
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Girls will look pretty that have eyes like
blue morning glOries at four o'clock in tht
morning, and rosy lips, and round face.
with satin brown hair growing low on thC
forehead. Violet knew she was pretty
and she knew Likewise that Mr.. Pellet was
not handsome.
The parlor curtains were elbowed aside
by great scented masses Of rose gerani
ums, and ViOlet's little piano was open,
close by, giving the parior a cosy, home.
like look that your brown stone palaces
never can rival, any more than the robins
gilded cage rivals the moss lined nest
swinging in the tOpmOst fork Of the shad
owy old beech tree
Violet was leaning over her fragrant
geraniums, resolutely tAciturn, in blue
cashmere wrapper, with an edge of deli.
cate lace at the slender throat and shapely
wrists; while Mr.. Pellet sat square in the
middle of the sofa opposite, holding his
hat on his knees, and admiringly survey
ing Miss Power over The brim thereof. A
stout, portlv little man OF forty or there.
abouts, with a comfortably double chin,
and hair carefully brushed to conceal the
bald spot on the top of his head, he vas
lowering on the brink Of the perilous line
that separates old bachelorhood from mat.
rimony, an undecided aSpirant.
Il had fully made up my mind never to
marry, thought Mr.. Pellet. I'm not al.
together certain as to the wisdom of the
thing, and yet-she is such trim, pretty
concern L
Influenced by these medita tons, Mr..
Pellet put his hand slowly down into the
crown Of his nat and drew forth, ,shrouded
in wrappings Of silver paper, stiff little
hOt-hOuSe boquet i
i knew Miss Violet was fond of flow.
ers, he remarked. looking straight into
the hat, as if he expected another boquet
to spring up in the place Of the lost one,
and so | thought
He stopped, dOundering vainly for an
idea to finish up with, and beat Hail Co
lumbia' on the crown Of his hat with his
finger ends.
Five minutes elapsed in awkward 81
lcnce, and then Mr.. Pellet came to the
conclusion that he had better 60, and rose
accordingly.
Pray, come and see US again, Mr.. Pei
irt, said Mrs. Powers, sweetly.
Thank 'ee,' said that gentleman. 'I'u
going out Of town for day or two - tina
is, a week, and well, l will drop in wher
| come back from Stepe'S Mills
'Steele's Millsr calculated Mrs Powers
is that the place you are going tor
'Yes-it is about q bad debt of tn,
6rm's.'
Dear me, what very singular coinci
dence, smiled Mrs. Powers. My sister
Mrs. Amaziah Corney, lives in Steele
Mills. Do, pray, call and see her.
4 shall be delighted said Mr.. Pellet.
And, Violet, pursued Mrs. Powers
you can send those slippers to your un
ele--It will be such an excellent opportu
nifty
There is no hurry about them,' sait
Violet listleAsly'
My darling | heard you say only yes
terday that you wished they were dis
patched. Bring them down immediately
why, what can you be thinking OF
Violet went--languidly enough anC
Mr.. Pellet broke Out INTO perSpiratIon o
|
ziah Conveys direction.
1t was nearly fifteen minutes before sh,
returned, and then. deep within the brown
paper cercments which wrapped the work
ed slippers, she had slid . tiny note writ
ten on lilac paper and sealed with car
rier dove, in lilac wax. And this is wha
it said:
my DARLING AUNTY.-These slipper.
will be presented to you by the most dis
agreeable old bachelor alive; | wish h,
had gone to the bottom Of the UarribeaT
Sea before he ever came here tormentinI
poor little harmless ME He's going L
propose know lie is-and papa vii
make me say yes, just because the wretch
owns bank stock aud mortgages. Oh
aunty! if only had your ready wit ant
quick resolution. What shall do ? hid'
in the cellar when he conrA here, or in
vite him to tea and put Strychnine in thu
cupG 1t no laughing matter, Aunt Dol
ly-I want your kind shoulder to cry my
eyes out on, for mama is Oh the enemy.
side. Que thing is certain. shall b,
wretched for lie if he does marry me-
Pray think up some remedy for your dis
consulate little niece. VIOLET
And Mr.. Elijah Pellet took the expires.
train for the station whence daily stage
crawled over the hills to Steele'S Mills
with this rather uncomplimentary note
lurking in one Of the toes Of Uncle ANA
ziah Corney's new slippers.
A splendid old farmhouse, with its slo
ping caves all hidden in snowy clouds o
cherry blossoms, and odOrouS branches o
southern wood on each side Of the garder
gate velvet fields stretching away to .
blue, tranquil stream, and gnarled apple
orchards whose knotty b0ughS were JUS
beginning to blush with pink clustering
buds Mr.. Pellet came suddenly upon its
rural beauty as he turned the sweep ir
the road, and he almost envied the Quie
life of Amaziah Corney.
walk in, Squire; walk in, said Uncle
Amaziah, bealning all over with hearty
hospitality. My Wifell be powerful glaC
t'sre ye. Dolly here's gentleman tha
knows your brother Hirain's folks ir
York, and he hes brought me pair o.
slippers that our good little Violet worked
for her poor old uncle. Dolly, | say
Dolly !
And Mrs. Corney came tripping int
rosy matron Of about forty five, with sun
ny brown hair under the neatest of lact
caps, and a complexion like her own ap
pie blossoms. She held out her plumT
palm with a welcome no whit less cordin
than her husbands.
'Well!' calculated Uncle Amsziah, los
in admiration Of the slippers he was turn
ing round and round in his ponderou!
hand, If these ere lalocks and pinks ain
jest AZ quite material IS life, aint DO
Hallor
The little purple note dropped to tn
floor. Uncle Amaziah stared as il ful
grown fairy had 6utlered out Of his slip
pers. s.
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