Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1865-1872, 1868-05-01
PROPOSING BY LErTsR.
pr SHIRLEY nRowNr.

Eleven o'clock--at least so said the
golden tide of sunshine, creeping over the
yelyely turf of the village green, and los.
ing t,elf in the murmurous foliage
Of the bi.; maple trees; and so said the
little clock in Judge Colnel's law Office,
on the main street, speaking in low,
sharp. melodious chimc, IS ..
Harry Grover glanced quietly up atthe
incorporating little dial, as he entered
the domain OF Coke upon Littletou."
"l'm late this morning." he muttered
hanging his hat behind the door; but as
good luck will have it, the Judge has not
made his appearance yotl" s.g
He was straight, handsome young fel
low, with curly brown hair, lmpid hazel
eyes, and healthy Hush ON his sun.
Drowned cheeks-a young man whom you
instiuetlyey felt you could trust [
entrauce as sou looked into his frank aud
honest lace. There are not. many such !;
more's the pity! .d,lss ,.fl
"Whew-wLew--whcw," whisted Mr..
Harry Grover, turning over his pile Of To-
gal documents in very immethodcal
sort Of way. Law and love were never
meant TO so together; Of that am certain.
Pretty Ariel Browns blue eyes are shin
ing rogulshy out at me from every bit Of
parchment or printed blank touch. How
lovely she looked last night-and who
would ever suppose that the old eat with
the false curls aud grinning porcelain
teeth, could be her aunt? Rich, too, they
say; good match for some desperate for-
tune hunter. who is wiling to swallow the
bitter old pill for the sake of the gold
coatlag. Let me see--talking about old
Experience Brown, | believe have
business letter to write to her about that
piece Of land by the school-house corners
that sLe wants me TO buy. Not |. When
| purchase laud for a building spot il
, Won't be desoate pasture, where rocks
and mullen stalks fight together to see
which shall posses the staunch soil The
old lady must take me for q very unso-
phisiicated character indeed | wonder.
now, it blue-eyed Ariel will ever be
wrinkled eatamaran, clutching after bar
gains. Pooh! should as soon think of
n white plumed little dove being trans-
formed into greedy vulture.'
lio leaned back in his chair, with both
hands clasped on top Of his curly head
aud looking out abstractedly into the
slushlng village street, humming an old
tune under his breulh---a tune whose
burden wa. .,'love. still love-" ,,.tae
Plainly, Mr. Harry Grover was very
little disposed for work that morning
And when, at IL o'clock, Judge Cornell
came in, there was hopeless chaos Of
papers on the table to represent his young
masters matiIutinal labors. sli
l1Why. Grover you haven't accomplish
ed thing this morning said the old
Judge, glancing keouly around through
his as6que silver-bound spectaeles. II
am afraid that the pretty girls a, Squire
Doekihorn's party last night were too
much for yourmeuta equilibrium
"Well, you see, sir. I've been rather
sorting I've papers over" said Harry, a
little shsspshly. "and I've written two
letters this morning" nrm grr fs
1.-TWO kttsrsY ..ls safa.f.
"Yes SIR" ,,.s st,.sf 4.
"May ask 10 whom?" al3
"0ne was 10 old Miss Experience
Browne aboas that lot she wanted 20 sell
me--a regular clipper, giving the old hag
piece ofmy mind-aud the other f.
',rhe otheE--" .os4sr li. u.
"Ahem--lhat wasn't exactly business
letter. Now. Judge, suppose you and ]
look over those ejsetmcnt papers togeth-
er." nU.i 80. .s I.sa.
The Judge smfIe'l silly; he had an idea
az To- what The olher letter contained,
Every one in town we'll knew how hope