The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-07-01

-Ariels cheek had turned as pink as
the inside of wild rosebud, as she
read the sur prescription of the letter,
and her heart beat perhaps a pulse or
two faster than was its wont, but she
broke open the missiye with a reso-
lutte hand, and read
a. My DEAR MISS BRoWryEs-f' Rather cold
beginu sngT she pOuted must beg TO
decline all further negotiations with you.
pose care to possess anything so utterly
worn down and good for nothing, IL is use
less to waste either of our time in any
" viii call this afternoon and return %
you the papers you SO unnecessarily 1ook
'-'o y Yours s. very very truly. H. GRovER.'
Ariel threw down the note and burst
into tears. ~
The cold.hearsed, Presumptuous
villainT' she sObbed! Papers, IN
deedi suppose ne means the n0te
wrote him about the picnic. U, how
foolish have been, how absurd, and
lam rightly punished for my fOllYi"
But still Ariel wept on when girl
of eighteen has built up glittering
castle in the air, whose foundations
are laid in her own heart, she cannot
see il dashed ruthlessiy into ruin
without a few natural tears.
Meanwhile. Miss Experience
Browne, 9tdt fifty we'll ripened Au-
tunus, was reading, with no little
establishment, the letter which
Bridget's enemy, the post-boy, had
brought for her.
"Up--on my word" exclaimed Miss
Experience. slowly and emphatioally.
The impertiuent young fortune
hupting humbug. Does he suppose
I'm a born fool. to swallow such a
pack of sentimental hattery "a this2
Lovely eyes-dimples.' If he'd had
said spectacles and wrinkles, he'd
have been considerably nearer right.
No you doc q, my fine fellow-no-
you - don't Experience Browne
hasn't lived fiity-fve years in the
world to fall into such q trap as this
at last. 4 He'll call this afternoon to
receive the answer that is to decide
the whole current of his future life,
will hep Well, let him call. III be
ready for him, and I'll warrant me he
won't be In a hurry to call again.
And Miss Experience ehuckled to
herself until all the false curls quiv-
cred. as she folded the letter neatly
| and put IL back into its hurriedly-di-
rected envelope
"I never had an offer of marriage
before" she thought, viewing her
autumnal countenance in the pier
glass. and adjusting the little puffs of
ribbons in her cap border, land il
does make one feel kind of queer
It's something TO tell of, any way.
Bethuar Jones needn'i go to saying
now that was an old maid, because
| / had never had an offer. / just
wonder what Ariel would say guess
l won't tell her, she would only
laugh at me
Miss Experience drew herself up as
if her spinal column were a bar oil
iron, that afternoon when Bridget
announced:
Mr.. Grover, mem II
"Show him in, Biddy-I am quite
at leisure to receive him"
| And our hero emit ely innocent Of
the pending storm that awaited him
i walked into Miss Exnerience' aWfu
presence with bundle of title deed:
in his hand, tied with the officia
looking red tape of his profession.
| Good afternoon, Miss Experience. .
Amt you ashamed of yourself
j Harry GroYer2" calculated the spin
ster, IN deep, stern voice. Gre
along with yourself, maxim love t,
; an old woman mOre'n twice as old a.
you be, Just because she'd got little
money? What do you take me for
hey? Don't stand stGrin there
Walk out of the room, quick, or II
throw the big dictionary at you
headl No, no, mol Now you hav
, your answer plain enough!
, wouldn't marry you if there WASH
} another man In the whole of thu
, town
Harry Grover was little appalled,
! at this change of horse and foot, bu
he stood his ground manfully, no
{ even quailiug at the big dictionary
But. Miss Browne-will you hea
me q moment? / don't want you t
) marry mel What has put this strang
fancy into your head 2"
. You don't want to marry me
3 Then what in the mischief does tn
). letter mean. I'd like to know?"
May / look at il"
!. Harry took the letter and glance
I at it. Its contents threw q new ligt
: on the unaccountable state of affair
Good Cupid what blockhead-
what an unmitigated, unexcusahle, In
comparable donkey / have been
8 What could have been thinkir
: about?p @
1 "Hey2" demanded the puzzle
}. Excuse me, ma Fam, but there h.
been a mistake-a-h
y And without stopping to complet
!. his fragmentary sentence, he rushe
: out of the room 20 the little bay-wiI
a dow parlor, where Ariel usually ga
= We'll, neveTp exclaimed Mi
Il Experience as the door banged unce
enormously in her face.
l. Ariel Miss Brown
d But Ariel turned haughtily fro
d the pleading eyes Of her lover.
d Your letter is quite sufficient, al
e / need no further exponent of yoU
3 meaning"
II Ariel-darling-there has bee
an absurd mistake; this Is the lett
r that was intended for you. The 9th
:. was written TO your aunt on bushes
n and, by some unacc0untable blunde
got into the wrong envelopel l hav
you. dearest, with all my heart Arit
you will not send me away"
q No-Ariel did not send him ava
% for the shy smiles and rosy bloc
"a were beginning to come back to b.
u face, as she read the real letter.
But, HarryP' she said, with
-2guish dimple at the corner of h
J. mouth, you must confess that An
"a Experience 8 note had rather an u
p pleasant STYLE oV5
was a careless reprobate," sa
N Harry, frankly, but you see Jud
: Cornell was watching me"
" And that was the end of all mi
n understanding between Harry Grow
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