Bloomsburg democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1867-1869, 1868-02-12
Mr. Disby Pops tho Question.

Mr. Disby Pops tho Question.
"Il do it, quoth Mr.. Digby, with Il
flourish of his rcd bandanna.
Mr.. Digby folded his arms across his
breast, and paced the lilac-bordcrcd walk
with an air Of Napoleon. The truth was
Mr.. Digby had come to determination. He
had made up his mind.
Now Mr.. Hiram Digly was ja,Lelor,
aged fnrtv-"ne fat rnsv "nni n"t,red and
rich, Also, Mr.. Disby had pretty good
share Of mans vanity. He was fully con-
yinced that to obtain the heart and hand Of
pretty Nan Harris, he had only to declare
himself This was the question upon which
he had been pondering full hour by the
kitchen clock. Should he marry Nan liar.
rig, Or shouldn't he? To be sure she had
blue eyes and hair like spun gold, and her
cheeks were rosy as winter apples, aud she
had the most tempting little rosebud of
mouth i'll the world; but then, she was so
f'ighty, always up to some mischief or other:
and thrifty Mrs fisher, Mr.. Digbys house.
keeper, had once expressed her belief that
''whocvcr married Nan Harris, might as
well marry Kitten But then, again. Mr..
Digby was very much in love with merry,
bluecycd Nan, and--and--just then he hap.
pencd to glance over the garden wall, and
who should he SOC but Nan herself, in the
prctticst Of pink calicos and coquctish,
bluc.ribboncl "sundown," while the little
tin pan in her hand told that she was going
strawbcrryipr.
That glimpse Of his divinity decided him.
Little darling! what if she was mi.chiev-
Gus, and wilful, wasn't sho the prct,icst lit
tic witch in Smondsvillc? and wasn't all
the fellows in love with her? and wouldn't
some Of them marry her if he didn't? The
last consideration was sumner, and settled
the question; and giving utterancc to the
energetic exclamation chronicled above, Mr..
Digby entered the house fully resolved to
settle the bargain the very next day. lie
thought Of his broad acres and heavy bank
account, and did not doubt it would be easy
to win the consent of farmer Harris and
Aunt Nancy.
Tho next day Mr., Digby spent exactly two
hours and thirteen minutes getting himself
up in killing style for the ordeal which, truth
to say, he began to dread little Il was
entirely new business to him, something
he had never done before, this popping the
question. And though he would never &C
knowledge it, even to his wife, ke did feel
very much like running away, as he stood
on the farmhouse steps, asking the "help'
if Miss Nancy Harris was in"
80 yes, sure, Miss Nancy was in the front
room" and the girl ushered tho now trem-
bling Mr. Digby into the pleasant little sit
ting room, which looked SO pleasant aud in.
viting, with its red lounge and white table
cover, standing out plainly from the twilight
shadows that made everything else look so
dim and indistinct.
He plucked up sort Of desperate cour.
age, however, at the sight of the pink dress
and white apron sitting by the window, and
approaching the wearer Of said pink dress
and white apron, le immediately came to the
point, as follows:
Miss Nancy, / have called to-hcm-to
-hem-to tell you Of the-ahem- hem
hem !" and here the old bachelor (beg his
pardon) entirely broke down, and sat look
ing at his thumbs, hopelessly wondering
what to say next.
As the lady didn't speak, ho concluded to
! trv arojn. on,1, resolving to bc ploin. hc