Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1868-11-05
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Proposing by Letter.

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Eleven o o'clock-at least SO sal
| the golden tide of sunshine, creep
ing over the velvety turf of tn
village green, and, losing itself il
the murmurous foliage of the ina
pie trees and SO said the littl
clock in Judge Cornell's law offic'
on the main street, speaking in {
sharp melodious chime,
Harry Grover glanced up at tn,
uncompromising little dial, as h,
entered the domain of ssCoke upor
Lyttleton."
"I,m late this morning" ht
muttered, hanging up his hat be
hind1t the door; "but as good luck
will have it, the judge has no,
made his appearance yeti"
He was a straight, handsome
young fellow, with curly brown
hair, limpid hazel eyes, and a
flush on his sun-brown cheeks-a
young man whom you instructive.
ly felt you could trusta. entrance,
as you looked into his frank,
honest face. There are not many
such; more's the pity!@' -A~'-''--
"Whew-whew-whew,"w whis-
tied Mr.. Harry Grover, turning
over his pile of legal documents
in a very methodical sortof way.
claw and love were never meant
to go together; of that I am cer-
tain. Pretty Ariel Brownies blue
eyes shine roguishlyr at me from
every bit of parchment or printed
blank | touch. How lovely she
looked, last night-and who would
ever suppose that the old cat with
the false curls and porcelain teeth
could be her aunt? Rich, too, they
what was in them asif he had read
say; a good match. for some -des-
perateN fortunate hunter, who is
willing to swallow the bitter old
pill forsthe sake of the gold coat
ing. Let me see-talking about
old Experience Browne, T believe
y . - =
i have a business letter to write
her about that piece of land by
the school house corner that she
wants me to buy. Not /! When
l purchase land for a building
spot, it won't be a 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 un-
character indeed
/ wonder now, if blue.eyed Ariel
will ever be a wrinkled catamarin
clutching after bargains. Pooh!
/ should as soon think of q white
plumed little dove being trans
formed into a greedy vulture."
He leaned back in his. chair,
with both hands clasped on the
top Of his curly head, and looked
out abstractedly into the slushing
village street, humming an old
tune under his sbreath.--a tune
whose burden was "Love, ,stilllove."
Plainly, ,aMr. Harry Grover was
very little disposed to work that
morning. And when, at twelve
o'clock, Judge Cornell came in,
here was but a hopeless chaos of |
paper on the table ito represent
he young partners matitutinal la
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"Why, Grover, you haven't ac-
a thing this morning."
aid the old judge, glaneing keen
y around through his antique
ilver.bound speetaeles, 81 am
.fraid that. the pretty girls at
squire aDockthorn'ss party last
light were zoo much for your men,
al equilibrium. - no---
fsWell, you see, sir, I've been
ather sorting the papers over,'
aid Harry, a little .sheepishly,
and I've written two letters this
i. ssS if'r tae Ecs \ y q
ioItiillS'ssw q e .ui hEsa IL
"Two letters p
eyes, sir" @ -
ssMay i asklto whora 2" iN asitsl
SsOne was to old Miss Experience
'rowne, about that lot she wanted
) sell me-a regular clipper
wing the old Ehag a piece of my
midland the others---" & * )
"The other-?"s sa.s l.
s.Ahem-that wasn't exactly O.
lsiness siiieass letter. Now, judge, sup
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