Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1865-1872, 1868-05-01

oHa rtttft aVHu tnVtHHt thS Vta ktott'-
man, ,siand Ariel will certainly make as
sweet a little wife as human mortal could
wish for Say 81. Anf itt4At
Harry needn't have been so mysterious,
sealing aud directing bis two letters at the
tall desk behind the Office door. ssfis.e
Judge Cornell knew just as well what
WAS In them as II he had read every word
with his own eyes. But young people
have mistaken idea that old people doa I
know anyfhinkl sIsa 81 esil ,h'aa aaa ed
Miss Ariel Browne sat In her rootn,
busy with complicated piece Of bright.
coloted web work that Indies call serochet.
when Bridget tapped softly at tho panels
OF the door. f's tai.AiH 100
'~.'aplcase, Miss Ariel, letterl" t'pe4
IA letter. and for mel Dear me, Bridget,
who can IL be from2''u eil .ier lil.
"Faix, then, and i,'s mesolf doesn't
know, but Lawyer Growers Office boy
brough il here, aud hn impudent young
spulpeen II H. for-A-a-v y ff4i gli
Bu, here Bridget became conscious that
her young mistress was paying no atten-
tlon 10 her, aud withdrew Into her depart.
mept Of tho kitchen, there to nurse her
griefs ia solitude. ..e. ..t.,..,s
AriePs check had turned as pink as the
inside Of a wild rose bud, as she read the
superscription Of the letter, and her heart
beat perhaps n pulse or two faster than
was its wont, but she broke open the mis-
sivo with resoute hand, and read.
any DEAR MISS BRowNE;, ['Rather
cold beginning she pouted | must beg
TO decline all further negotiations with
you AS you can not for a moment seri=
ously suppose | care 70 pcaess anything
so utterly worn down aud good Cor Moth
ing, il is useless to waste either Of our
time in any more presiminaries,
i will call this afternoon AID feturn TO
you the papers you so unnecessarily took
the trouble TO send to me.
sas'Yours, very truly, saIiaGRoyER.pf
Ariolthrew down the note, aud burst
into tears. a i-.iisit ~ lt aiiDHi
"'rhe cold. hearted, presumptuous viii
lian." she sobbed. Papers, indeed |
suppose he means the note l wrote him
about the picnicl Oh, how foolish | have
been, how absurd, and / am rightly
punished for my folly" % ''d1ii
But still Ariel wept on; when girl of
eighteen has built upa gittering castle
in the air, whose foundations are laid in
ber own heart, she cannot see ii dashed
ruthlessly iato ruins without shedding a
few natural tears. 'i- .-i'iF
Meanwhile, Miss Experience Brown,
utat fifty we'll ripened autumns, was read
ing, with no liltle astonishment, the let
ter which Bridget's enemy, the post boy,
had brought to her. .s,@
"U--pOnl my word," exclaimed Miss
Experience, slowly aud emphatically.
1.-The impertient young fortune hunting
humbugl Does he suppose I'm born
fool to swallow such pack OF sentimental
Battery as this2 Lovely eyes-dimples,
Ii he'd have said spcctacles and wrinkles.
he'd have been considerably nearer right.
No you don't, my fac fellow no. you
donR Experience Browne hasn't lived
fif.y-fye years in this world to fall into
such trap as this at last. Hell call
this Afternoon to receive the answer that
il to decide the whole current Of his fur
ture life, will he? Well, let him come.
I'll be ready for him, aud ) warrant me
he won't be in a hurry to call again. '.on
And Miss Experience chuckled to her
self until all the false curls quivered, as
she folded the letter neatly, aud put il
back into its hurriedly directed envelope.
~ never had an offer of marriage be-
FORE" she thought, viewing her autumnal
couutebaueen the pier-glass, and adjust.
ing the little puffs OF ribbon in her cap-
border, "and il does make one feel kind
Of queer! it's something 10 tell Of anyway.
Belhuar Jones needn't go 10 saying now
that am an old maid because never had
an ofEer. just wonder what Ariel would
say-l guess won't tell her; sue would
only laugh at mel" a'l
Miss Experience drew. herself up as
grmly us il her spinal column was q
bar Of iron, that afternoon, when Bridget
announced:
"Mr Grover, mem. " ~
"Show him IN, Diddy; | am quite at
leisure to receive him"
Aud our hero, entirely innocent Of the
impending storm that awaited him, walk
ed into Miss Experiences awful presence,
with bundle of title deeds in bis hand,
tied with the official looking red tape of
his profession.
"Ain't you ashamed Of yourself Harry
Grover" "ejaculafed the spinster, IN deep
stern voice. Get along with yourself
maxim love to an old woman more'n
twice as old as you be, just because shc's
got lithe money! What do you take
me for, hey? Don't stand staru' there!
Walk ont of this room quick, or I'll'throw
the big dictionary az your head No no,
NO! Noe have you cot your answer plain
cnoughY woaldp't marry you IL there
wasn't another man in the whole tcwill"
Harry Grover was little appalled, al
this charge of horse and foot, but he
stood his ground manfully, not sven quail,
ipg ut the big dictionary? sist siesaf.,
"Bul, Miss Browne--will you hear NE
a moment2 don't want you to. marry
mel What put this strange fancy into
your hcad?" alae. s. 5i.ss.s, [. 4,
You don't want TO marry me7 Then
what the mischief does this letter mean,
Id like to know" +. s6s.. s..i - ..s.ls
"May i look at il?'' flas.s. t,ns. 81
"Yes, IL you like ~ .. ..ele \
Harry took the letter, and glanced at II
Its eortestr threw new light upon the
unsecountable state OF affairs. .ifso 4.,.,.- u
GOOD Cupid what a blockhead--what
an unmiigaled, inexeusa bic, incompara-.
hle donkey have bceul What could !
have been thinking Eboui,"i gQaoR yil.I