Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1868-11-05
,iectment papers together!"

7 2.
Lejectment papers together!"
The judge smiled slyly-he ha'
an idea as to what the other lei
tier contained, Every one in tow
knew how hopelessly Mr.. Harr.
Grover was in love with prett,
i Ariel Brown. Judge Cornell ha1
been young himself, not very ma
ny years ago. -,
"It's just as we'll for the lad t.
! marry and settle down." though
the old gentleman, "and Arie
will certainly make as sweet {
little wife as mortalcould wish. for.
I Harry needn't have been So
mysterious sealing and directing
those two letters at Che tall desk
behind the office door.
Judge Cornell knew just as vel
every word with his own eyes
But young people have a mistaken
idea that old people don't know
anything. 9o- .na
Miss Ariel Brown sat in her
room, busy with a complicated
piece of bright colored web work
that ladies call Crochet" when
Bridget tapped softly at the pan
| nels Of the door.
"Please, Miss Ariel, a letter"
ga letter, and for me! Dear
me, Bridget, and who can it be
from?" 80
"Faix, then, and it's meself
that doesn't know, but Lawyer
Growers office boy brought it,
and an impudent young spalpeen
lit is, fo-"5 "5--
But here Bridget became con-
scious that her young mistress was
paying no attention to her, and
withdrew to her department of
the kitchen there to nurse, her
grief In solitude. aia
Ariels cheek had turned as
pink as the inside of a wild rose
bud, as she read the superscription
of the letter, and her, heart
beats a pulse. or two faster than
was its wont, but she broke open
the missive with a resolute hand,
and read: t,r Ina sa.-.yg
"My dear, Miss Browne; {rath.
er cold beginuing!" she pouted.)
| must beg to decline all further
negotiations, as you cannot for a
moment seriously suppose | care
to possess anything so utterly
worn down and good for nothing.
1t is useless to waste either of our
time in any more 1preliminaries +,
81 will call this afternoon and
return you the papers you SO un-
necessarily took the trouble to
send me.
Yours, very truly,
III. GROVER"
Ariel threw down the note and
burst INTO tears.
''The cold-hearted presumptu-
.ous yillainp she sobbed. ''Papers
indeed! | suppose he means the |
~ - = - - ~ -
note Iwrote to him about, the pic |
mic. Oh, how foolish | have been,
how absurd, and | am lightly4pun-
ished for my tolly!"" es,
But still Ariel wept on; when
a girl Of eighteen has built up q
glittering castle in the air, whose
foundations are laid in her own
heart, she cannot see it dashed |
ruthlessly' into ruin without asfew |
natural tears r O . r ssase |
Meanwhile Miss Experience
Browne, otas fifty weflripened
was reading, with no
little. establishment, the letter |
which Bridget's enemy, the post
boy, had brought for her oiisl
"Up-on my word! exclaimed
Miss Experience, slowly and en-
phatically. "The impertinent
young fortune hunting humbug.--
Does he suppose FMS born fool,
TO swallow such a pack of senti-
mental fattery as this ? Lovely
syes-dimples.' If he had said
'pectac!es and wrinkles, he'd have
,een considerably near right. No
gou don't, my fine fellow-no-l1
1ou-don't! Experience Browne
lasn't lived fiftysfve years in the
world to fall into such a trap as ]
his atIast. ! He'll call this after
loon to receive The answer that is n
o decide the whole current Of his i
uture life, will he /? Well, let him
all. 3 I'll be ready for him, and I
II warrant Ime;ke won't be in "a
lurry to call again y - Ia
And Miss Experience ehuckled :.