The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-07-01
PR0POsIN ] By LETTER.
the Result Of Getting Che Eplstle IntO
the NrOng Envelope.

Eleven O'clock-at least so said the
golden tide of sunshine, creeping over
the velvety turf Of the village green,
aud losing itself in the murmurOus
oliaye 81 the maple trees; and so
ssid the little clock in Judge Cor
mell.s law office on the main street.
.peakiBa IL a sharp, melodious chime.
Harry Grover glanced quietly up at
the une0mpromising little dial, as he
entered the domain OF Coke upon
i4ittleton.
Tn late, this morning" he NUT
tered. hanging up his hat behind the
door, but, as good luck will have 1t !.
the Judge has not made his appear
anc4 yet
He was straight, handsome young
fellow. with elTly brown hair, limpld
hazel eyes. snd a healthy flush on his
sun hFown cheek "a young man,
whom you instinctively felt you could
trust At entrance, as you looked into
his frank, h6aest face. There are
not many such; mOre's the pity
WheW- Yhew-whew,n whistled
Mr.. Harry tirover, turning over his
pile Of legal documents in a very
nethodlcal sort OF way. Law and
la-e were never meant to go tngeth-
err: of that | am certain. Pretty
Ariel Brownies blue eyes shine
roguishiy enough at me from every
bit of parchment or printed blank
[ touch. How lovely she looked last
n;ght-and who would ever supposed
that the old cat with the false curls
and grinnine porcelain teeth could
be her aunt2 Rich, too, they say
"A good match for some desperate
fortune hunter, who is willing "a
swallow the bitter old pill for the
sake OF The gold coating. Let me see
taking about old Experience
Browne. t believe | have business
letter to write her about that piece o.
land ~ the school house corners tina
she wants me to buy. Not III WheE
I purchase land for q building spot
IL won't be a desolate pasture, wherI
rccks and mullen stalks fight togeth
er 20 sec which shall possess thu
stauuch oil The old lady must TAX
me foran unsophisticated character
indeed. I Wonder, now. If blue eye
Ariel viii ever be a wrinkled catama
raa, elatehing after bargains. Pooh
[ shout al soon think of a white
pluiuea little dove being transformed
int gree dy vulture."
II leaned back in his chair, witt
beth snds elasped on the top Of hi
enrly head, a, looked out abstract
ed into the slushing village street
humuiHR an old upe under his breat
"a tune whose burden was Love
still love"
P aiuly, Mr. Harry Grover was yer
lite disposed for work that morning
Aud when, at l2 Of clock, Judge Coz
rel came ia, there was but hopeless
chaos oil p pers on the table to repre-
sent his young partners matutins
laoors.
Why, Grover, you haven't accom-
plished a thing this morning, saI
the old Judge, glancing keenly aroun
through his antique silver boun
Bpectacles / am afraid that Tn
pretty girls at Squire DockthOrn
parry last night, were too much Ia
your mehtal equilibrium.
We'll, you zee sir, I've been rattle
sorting he papers over. said Harr.
little heepishly, aud I've write
two letters this morning
Two lettarsI
Yes, sir.
May / ask to WhOm2
"Ous was TO old Miss ExperienC
Browne, about that lot she wanted
sell me-a regular clipper-giVing Cd
old bag piece Of my mind-and tn
other"
The other2-"
as An, m-that WASH exactlye bus
Ress letter. Now, Judge, suppose 20
and / look over these ejectment paper
toget her"
The Judge smiled slyly; he had a
idea as to what the other letter cor
talued. Every one in town knew no
hopelessly Mr.. Harry Grover was
loYr with pretty Ariel Browne. Jude
COrneh had been young himself nj
50 very many years ago.
marry and settle down." thought til
old gentleman, and Ariel will cel
tainly make as sweet a little wife /
mortal could wish tor
Harry needn't have heen so nv
teriously sealing ADD directing his tv
letters at the taE desk behind the 0
ice door.
Judge Cornell knew just as we
what vas in them as If be bad res
Is every word with his own eyes. 81
~,young people have q mistaken I'd
that old people don't know apythin
Miss Ariel Browne sat in her ROOF
busy with a complicated piece
bright eolored web work that ladi
call orochehp when Bridget tappt
softly at the pannels OF the door.
Please, Miss Ariel, letter"
a letter, and for mel Dear n
Bridget, and who can il be from2'1.
Fax, then, and it's meself th
doesu't know, bar lawyer Growers G
flee boy BROUGHT it, and an impude
young spalpeen it il. to"
But here Bridget became consciol