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ADNERTISINGaRoR AGMIFEIsANDdwHATe ! ii ban 1eo1o CAME 0FaffF1lodiuo Irtldsll 9di I yaiYuE,ae bnR 1sii6SIaHfiq Ah'Go o9Hsq ahnIf4pa I 1uoY .ios nGoi49mffo Icol yTsga uo siant | The, Tosontol Leader gives the particulars of matrimohiap1 romaaes liliq which, d Vermont preacher was the ''a main ait ehaIaeten the denoner ment of which was, howevery anything but TO- mantic to him. It seems that farmer in Nc Henry County, H., named W, had advertised in Chicago paper for wife, which was replied to by dashing young law stnden at Toronto, ripe for fun, under the name of Helen Christopher. A warm correspondence ensued, Helen initiating the hand and style of lady desirous of making good match, and describing herself as an orphan of respectable
 family connections, and of means, residing in
 Toronto The correspondence was finally
 broken off by W-'s neglecting to pay his
 postage. which in Canada amounts to some. thing, and he married some one in his own
 neighborhood. But the sequel contains the
 pith of the story. W--'s father, a minister
 in Vermont, by some means, got hold of Hell
 ems letters to his son and being struck with her style wrote to her with a view of marrying her himself. He told her that r. l am minister of the gospel, am unmar t ried, buried a nice little wife years ago, and 3 have no children to tax the attention of com panion. My family is provided for and off my
 hands. l think sometimes of discontinuing n preaching, and of retiring to private life. My n age people judge to be thirty-ive, though am e older. am above the middle size of men, e though not large have perfect health and fair position in society. My complexion is , dark, with dark eyes and hair; hair not tinged with gray in the least. What makes my com
 plexion still darker, wear full beard and
 moustache.' : ..t.- .H' x And queried
 t May I ask my little girl If may be allowed n to call her sol if you are Christianf if you
 can sing, and play on the melodeon2 if you have good health what is your complexion
 Helen promptly replied, and an animated
 correspondence ensued, resulting in the rever-
 end inviting himself to visit Toronto to obtain if an interview with his fair correspondent. This
 was rather more than Helen desired and think
 ing it imprudent to bring an old man on e
 fools errand, some six hundred miles from his
 local habitation, sent him a note over anoth
 CT name, pretending to have accidentally found one of his letters, and to be a rival of his fol
 the affections of Helen, and threatening him
 with castigation in case he should make hi u- .>el, . i4s.--4----
 Rev. J. ". wrote again to Helen, disclaim
 ing any wrong intentions, and asking if hi
 rival should exercise any control over such ,r lady. She then replied that he might come . when he responded that he would be there on l. the 9th or 10th of May, when he expected to s meet his little girl his dearest Helen.' He arrived on the day appointed, and sent his . little girl note, desiring her to meet him
 at certain street. He went, but saw no one n like the photograph Helen had sent him, which D was the sportrait of prominent actress. But 8 the eyes of large party of Helen's acquain- :. tances, who had been let into the secret, were h upon him. He appeared disappointed, being l fidgety in his movements casting wistful , glances at the passers by as he promenaded the Q streets, whilst his tormentors for such they : were could scarcely contain themselves They
 were at his side at the post ofice on the street, and even talking with him in the hotel.
 Not finding his little Helen, he concluded to leave town, but she determined he should not go until he bad learned lesson. With
 his party of friends he appeared at the station,
 and stepping up to the reverend gentlemen
 as he stood On the car platform, he held out
 his hand, shouting, How are you, Wi
 How is Miss Helen Christopher r Mr. w.. became pale with rage, stamped his feot on the
 blanks, and, with uplifted hands, exclaimed,
 You vile rascal how dare you play me such
 a trick?' @ ' >'--
 Just then the train started, amid the shouts the merry young fellows for W. and Helen
 Christopher, bearing off a discom6ted, foolish old lover, a sadder and wiser man, who will probably never get wife by advertising.
 l A NEAT SPEEoH.--Mr. President wish H. IL