The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1868-06-19
PROPOSING BY LETTER.
BY sHERLRY BROWNE.

Eleven o'clock-at least 30 said
the golden tide of sunshine, creeping
over the velyety turf of the village
green, and losing itself in the muir
murous foliage of the maple trees
and so said the little clock in Judge
Cornells law Office on Main street
speaking in sharp melodious chime,
Harry Grover glanced quietly up
at the uncompromising little dial, az
he entered the domain of "Coke upon
Littleton.
al am late this morning" he NUT
tered hanging his hat behind the
door "But, as good luck will have
it, the Judge has not made his ap,
dearance yetp'
He was straight, handsome young
fellow, with curly brown hair ,limpid
hazel eyes, and healthy flush on his
sunbrowned Cheeks young man
whom you instinctiyelY felt yoR could
trust, az ensrdnce,as you looked into
his frank honest face. There are moi
many such; more's the pity!
"Whew-whew-whew! :" whistled
Mr.. Harry Grover, turning over his
pile of legal documents in a very
immethodical, sort Of way. "Lsw
and love were never meant to go to.
gether; of that I am certain. Pret-
ty Ariel Brownies blue eyes are SHIN.
ing roguishly out at me from every
bit of parchment or printed blank
touch. How lovely she looked last
highland who would eyer suppose
that the old cat with the false curls
ard grinning porcelain teeth could
be her auntp Rich too, they say ;
a good match for some desperate for
tune hunter, who is willing to swallow
the bitter pill for the sake Of the gold
coating. Let me see-talking about
old Experience Browne. / believe ]
have business letter to write to her
about that piece of land by the
schoolhouse corners that she wants
me to buy. Not i! When 1 pur-
chase land for building spot, it won't
be desolste pasture, where rocks
and mullen stocks fight together to
see which shall possess the staunch
soil. The old lady must take me for
a very unsophisticated character in
deed. 1 wonder now, il blue-eyed
Ariel will ever be wrinkled catam.
aran, clutching after bargains. Pooh
l should as soon think Of a white
plumed little dove being transform
ed into a greedy yulture!
He leaned back in his chair, with
both hands clasped on the top of his
head, and looked out abstractedly in
to the slushy village street, humming
an old tune under his breath-a TUNE
whose burden was "Love, still
love-"
PLAINLY, Mr.. Harry Grover was
very little disposed for work this
morning. And when, about 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 accom-.
pliseed thing this morning." said
the old Judge, glancing keenly
around through his antique silver
bound spectacles. I am afraid that
the pretty girls at Squire Dock.
thorn's party last night were too much
for your mental equilibrium"
swell, you see, sir, 1 have been
rather sorting the papers over" said
Harry, little sheepishly. "and I've
written two letters this morning.
1.-TWO letters 2"
ayes sir" ---s---=s 6 ...--..
"May ask to whom z"
"One was to old Miss Experience
Browne, about that lot she wanted te
sell me-a regular slipper, giving the
old hag piece of my mind--and tht
other"
"The other"
"Ahem-that wasn't exactly q bus
mess letter. Now Judge suppost
you and ] look over these ejectmen
papers together %
The Judge smiled slyly; he hat
an idea as to what the other lette
contained. Every one in town knes
how hopelessly Mr.. Harry Grove
was in love with pretty ARIEL Browne
Judge Cornell had been young him
self not many years ago.
at just as well for the lad to mar
ry and settle down." thought tn
old gentleman, "and Ariel will Ger
tainly make as sweet little wife q
any mortal could wish fnrl"
i Harry needn't have been so mys
terious, sealing and directing his tw
letters at the tall desk behind tn
office door.
Judge Cornell knew just as wel
what was in those letters as if b
had read every word with his owI