New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1868-07-12
PROPOSING BY LETTER

The Result Of Getting the EpIstIe into
The Wrong Envelope.
Eleven o'clock at least so said the gold
en- tide of sunshine, creeping over the veil
vety turf of the village green, and losing
itself in the murmurous foliage of the maple
trees; and so said the little clock in Judge
Cornell's Office on the main street, speaking
in a sharp, melodious chime.
Harry Grover glanced quietly up at the
uneompromsing little dial as he entered
the domain of Cooke upon Littleton.'
"1m late this morning, he muttered,
hanging up his hat behind the door; d" but
as good luck will have it, the Judge has not
made his appearance yet
He was a straight, handsome young fell
low, with curly brown hair, limpid hazel
eyes, and healthy blush on his sun-brown
cheeks-a young man whom you instinct
lively felt you could trust at entrance, as
you looked into his frank, honest face.
There are not many such; more's the pity I!
eW-whew-whew," whistled Mr..
Harry Grover, turning over his pile OF legal
documents in very immethodical sort OF
way. Law and love were never meant
to go together; of that l am certain. Pretty
Ariel Brownies blue eyes shine roguishly
at me from every bit Of parchment or print
ed 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; good match for
some desperate fOrtune-hunter who is will
ing to swallow the bitter pill for the sake OF
the gold coating. Let me see, talking
about old Experience Browne, believe l
have business letter to write to her about
that piece Of land by the schoolhouse cor
ners that she wants me to buy Not /, When
purchase land for building spot it won't
be a desolate pasture, where rocks and
mullen stalks fight together 10 see which
shall possess the sterile soil. The old lady
must take me for aR unsophisticated charac-
ter, indeed wonder, now, iPblue-eyed
b Ariel will ever be wrinkled eatamaran,
clutching after bargains Pooh. ! should
as soon think of white plume little dove
being transformed into greedy vulture.r
He leaned back in his chair, with both
hands clasped on the top Of his curly head
and looked ont absnactedly into the slush-
ing village street, humming an old tune
under his breath-a tune whose burden
was "loYe, still love"
Plainly, Mr.. Harry Grover was very little
disposed TO work that morning. And
when at twelve o'clock Judge Cornell came
in, there was but hopeless chaos Of pa
pers on the table to represent his young
partners matutinal labOrs,
"Why, Grover,you haven't accomplished
thing this morning, said the old Judge,
glancing keenIy around through his antique
silVer-bound spectacles. Il am afraid that
the pretty girls at Squire Dockthorn's par
~, last night, were too much fof your men
tai equilibrium, .-.....-.
n well, you see, sir, I've been rather
sorting the papers overt said Harry, a
little sheepisbly, and I've written two
letters this morningn --
3. o"gwo letters!n
NYes, SIR
.l,May ask to whom
s si'One was to old Miss Experience Browne
5 about that lot she wanted to sell me-a
q regular clipper, giving the old maid piece
of my mind-and the othet-''
"The othef-ga 1
8 e Ahem that wasn't exactly business
letter. Now, Judge suppose you and /
look over these ejeetment paperstogether %
5Ts The Judge smiled slylys He had an
idea as to what the other contained. Every
one in town knew how hopelesslyl Mr.
2 Harry Grover was in love with pretty Ariel
Browne! Judge Cornell had been young
himself not so very many years ago.
49, n yuss - g =! Z, tol sle isu y NARY
- ;. IN I.s1 I'M =. sHe oiu s1n'is-
. . 9s.sia ,,;S, -, as
T 800 s's 49,, ~ wls
aeeIine and directing bis two letters II 4 tSe
!. ~. desk behind me ofiee-doorI7 =, 80 !.
Judge Cornell knew inst az we'll what
Was IN them a. If he had read every ward
With bis avn ewes. Ruk vonn0 neonle
have 4 mistaken idea that aid nea6ie i5on,t
Ilrnnv anvthinc FL ~ is7eS - :
/, Mis- Ariel Browne sat at her winaavvl
b1sV with a -eomplicated niece Of bTighi
colored web work maj ladies call q eIo'
3 cbet.9' when Bridget tapped softly at The
lpaneIs Of the door.
=, sPlease, Miss Ariel letter.
'lj ~ A letter, and for me Dear me, Bridget,
n who can it be from ~ ''r', 80, Z
ss,a /" FAX, then, it's meself that doesn't
rihhow, bat Lawyer Growers ofice-boy
brought it, and an impudent young spal-
peen he il, fo4----1 cis straa
a But here Bridget became conscious thai
her young mistress was paying no attention
to her aud withdrew into her department
Of the kitchen, there TO nurse her grief IN
solitude. ~.
.rrsA rielR cheek had turned a. mink AZ The
inside 81 wild rosebud as ske read ths