Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1868-06-24
PROPOSING BY LETTER.
The Result OF Getting the Epist1e into
the w rong Envelope. 2H

Eleven o'clock-at least so said the
golden tide of sunshine, creeping over the
velvety turf of the village green. and
losing itself in the murmurous foliage of
the maple trees; and so said the little clock
in Judge CornelPs law office on the main
street, speaking in sharp, melodious
chime. 13a5 ~ - ~.
Harry Grover glanced quietly up at the
uncompromising little dial, as he entered
the domain of "Cooke upon Littleton."
"Pm late, this morning." he muttered,
hanging up his hat behind the door; ''but,
as good luck will have it, the Judge has
not made his appearance yet.
He was straight, handsome young fell
low, with curly brown hair, limpid hazed
eyes, and healthy flush on his sun brown
cheek-u young man whom you instinct
lively felt you could trust at entrance,
as YOU looked into bis frank honest face
There are not many such more's the
pity
ssWhew-whew-whew," whistled Mr..
Harry Grover, turning over his pile OF
legal documents in a very lmmethodical
sort of way. "Law and love were never
meant to 60 tog ether; of that am certain.
Pretty Ariel Brownies blue eyes shine
roguishly at me from every bit of parch
ment or printed blank [ touch. How
lovely she looked last highland who
would ever suppose that the old cat with
the false curls and grinning porcelain teeth
could be her aunt? Rich, too, they say
a good match for some desperate fortune
hunter, who is willing to swallow the bit
ter old pill for the sake of the gold coat
ing. Let me see-talking about old
Experience Browne, [ believe [ have a
business letter to write her about that
piece of land by the school house cor
ners that she wants me to buy. Not | |!
When I purchase land for building spot
it won't be desolate pasture, where rocks
and mullen stalks fight together to see
which shall possess the staunch soil. The
old lady must take me for an unsophisti-
Gated character indeed I wonder now,
| if blue-eyed Ariel will ever be a wrinkled
catamaran, clutching after bargains. Pooh
/ should as soon think of white -plumed
little dove being transformed into a greedy
vulture." 5# -sss
He leaned back in his chair, with both
hands clasped on the top of his curly head,
and looked out abstractly into the slush-
ing WALLACE street, humming an old tune
under his breath-a tune whose burden
was Love, still love" 6
Plainly, Mr. Harry Grover was very
little disposed for work that morning.
And when, at IL 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 accom-
plished thing this morning." said the
old Judge, glancing keenly around
Through bis antique silver bound specta-
cles. II am afraid that the pretty girls al
Squire Dockthorn's party last night Were
too much for your mental equilibrium"
3" Well, you see, sir, I've been rather
sorting the papers over" said Harry
a little sheepishly, t'and I've written twt
letters this morning !" Es'g#17a
a ssTwo letters ?"
Yes, sir" 80 1897
MAY ask to whom -sl. .zaFa
Zone was to old Miss Experience
Browne, abous that lot she wanted to sci
me--a regular clipper-giving the old has
a piece of my mind--and the other"
"The other p"
"Ahem-that wasn't exactly business
letter. Now, Judge, suppose you an'
[ look over these ejectment papers to