The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1868-04-30
THE TRIBUNE.
PROPOSING BIZ LETTER.
BY SHIRLEY BROWN.

So,ucH SiucOl sHuSnlIle, creeping over tn
velvety turf of the village green and los
ing itself to the murmurous foliage of tn,
big maple trees; and so said the littl
clock in Judge Cornell's law Office on tn.
Main street, speaking in a sharp melodi
Gus chime.
Harry Grover glanced quietly up at the
nncomprising little dial, as he entered
the domain of Coke upon Littleton.
II am late this morning" he mutter-
ed, hanging up his hat behind the door
but as good luck would have it the Jadge
has not made his appearance yet.
He was a straight, handsome young
fellow with curly brown hair, limpid
hazel eyes, and healthy flush on his
sunbrowned cheek-a young man you in
stinctively felt you could trust al |, entran-
&c as you looked into his frank honest
face There was hot many such more s
the pity.
Mr.. Harry Grover. turning over his
pile pt legal documents In avery immeth-
odicaI sort of way Law and love were
never ment to go together: OF that l
am certain. Pretty Ariel Browns eyes
are Shining rougishly at me from every
bit Of parchment or printed blank touch
How lovely she looked last highland
who, would ever suppose that the old cat
with the false cur!s and grinning por-
claim teeth, could be her aunt ? Rich, too
thew say, a good match for some desper-
ate fortune hunter, who is willing to
swallow the bitter old pill for the sake of
the gold coating. Let me see-talklng
about old Experience Browne believe |
have a business letter to write to her
obout that piece of land by the school
house corners that she wants me to buy
Not I When [ purchace land for
building spot. it would be a desolate pas
ture where rocks and mullen stocks fight
together to see which shall presses the
staunch soil Ihelold lady must take
me for an unsophisticated character IN
deed / wonder, now if blue eyed: Ariel
willeyer be wrinkled catamaran clutch
ing after bargains. Pooh !! | should as
soon think of white plumed little dove
being transformed into greedy vulture.
He leaned back in his chair, with both
hands elapsed on the top of his curly head
and looked out abstractly into the slush
ing village street, humming an old tune
under his breath-a tune whose burden
was Love, still love.
Plainly Mr. Harry Grover was very
disposed for work that morning. And
when at twelve o clock Judge Cornell
came in, there was but hopeless chaos
of papers on the table to represent his
young partners matutinal labors. -
''Why Grover you haven t accomplish
ed anything this mornisg - said the old
Judge, glancing keenly around through
:, his antique silver spectacles, [ am afraid
that the pretty girls at Squire Dock
thorns party last night were too much for
your mental equilibrium.
swell you see sir I've been rather
sorting over the papers, said Harry a
little sheepishly, land I've written two
letters this morning.
1.-Two letters
eyes
Zone was to old Miss Experience
Browne about that lot she wanted to sell
me-a regular clipper giving the old bag
a piece of my mind and the-other
"The other
'sAhem-that WASH exactly a business
letter. Now Judge suppose you and L
look over these ejectment papers togath-
The Judge smiled slyly he had an idea
as to what the other letter contained?
EverSS one in town knew how hopeless
Mr.. Harry Grover was III love with pretty
Ariel Browne Judge Cornell had been
Young himsef not SO very many years
ago!
ats lust as well for the lad to marry
and settle down." thought the old gentle
men, land Ariel will certainly make
as sweet little wife as human mortal
could wish for -
Harry needn't have been SO mysterious
sealing and directing his two letters at
the tan desk behind the office door.
Judge Cornell knew just as well what
vas in them as if he had read every word
with his own eyes. But young people
have a mistaken idea that old pepole
don't know anything.
Miss Ariel Browne sat in her room
busy with complicated piece of bright
colored web work that ladies call crochet
when Bridget tapped softly at the panels
Of the door.
Please Miss Areil, letter
"A letter. and for me! Dear me
Bridget who can 1T be from
''Faix then and its meself dosent know
but lawyer Grover office boy brought it
and an impudeut young spalpeen it's for
E
But here Bridget became concious that
her young mistress was paying no atten-
ton whatever to her and withdrew into
s her deaartment, there to nurse her grlefS
in solitude.
Ariels cheek had turned as pink as
the inside of wild rosebud, as she read
J the supersc' ption OF the letter and her
heart beat prehaps a pulse or two faster
than was its wont but she broke open the
missivc with resolute hand and read
ga My. DEAR Miss BROWNE Rather
cold beginning she mutterd Unjust beg
all other negotiations with you. As
you cannot seriously suppose | care to
possess anything SO utterly worn down x
1T is useless to waste either of our time IN
any more preliminaries.
9 Il will call this afternoon and return
the papers you So Unnecessarily took the
trouble to send mo.
: NAPOLEON New GUN.-The Nouvel
list Rouen thus describes the mitrailleuse
a new instrument of the war partly in
vented by the Emperor Napoleon" I'm
agine a coffee mill half yard in height
with anopening at the top half a yarc
In diameter Into this the cartouches are
SnONelcu, anu 10y means III IL WHICH, tuTu
ed bv a handle, the soldier who work;
the instrument lets single cartoucl
fall into, each of the eight barrels of the
mitrraileuse. These barrels are yarC
long. As the trigger falls on the cap i
closes the barrels, the shots are fred anc
the wheel in turning reopenS the barrels
recoeks the trigger and lets other cartouch
s es assume the places of those discharged
This instrument worked by single sol
der discharges from fifty to ffyfve