The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1868-08-26
PROPOSING BY LETTER.
BY SHIRLEY BROWNE.

yety turf Of the village green and losing IT.
self in the murmurous foliage oi the maple
trees; aud so said the little clock in Judge
Cornrli's law office on the Main street.
speaking in sharp, melodious chime.
Harry Grover glanced quickly up al the
u.compromising little d'sl. as he entered
the domain Of ;. Ceke upon Littleton."
I'm late this morning." he muttered,
hanging up his hat behind the door; "bnt,
as good luck will have it. the Judge has not
made his appearance yet:
lie was a streight. handsome young lei.
low. with curly brown hair. limped hazel
eyes, aud a healthy fash on his sun brown
ed cheeks, a young man whom you ins;inc.
lively lelt you could trust all entrance. as
yon looked into his frank, honest face.
There are not many such; more's the pity !!
Whew--whew-wh :" whistled Mr..
Harry Grover, turning over his pile Of legal
documents Ia av ry unnrthodl.ai sort ot
way. LAW and love were never meant TO
20 together uf that am certain. Pret-
~ Ariel Browne blue eyes are shining
rugnIshly at me from every bit Of parchment
ar prlnted blank | touch. How lovely she
looked last highland who would ever
suppo.e that the old eatIwIlh the false curls
and grinnins porcelain teeth. could he her
aunt. Rich, too. they say a good match
Tor some desperate fortune hunter, Who is
willing to swallow The bitter old pill for The
sale vi the gold cottage. Let me see-taik.
i.g about old Experience Browne. | believe
have business letter TO write her about
that piece Of land by the schOol house cor
ner that she wants me to buy. Not | |!
When | purchase land for a building spot,
IL won't be a desUlate pasture, where rocks
and mullen stalks fight together to see
which shall possess the staunch soil. The
old lady must take me for very unsophis.
ucatrd character, indeed. | wonder, now,
If blue eyed Ariel will ever be a wrink led
catamaran, clutchins after bargains. Pooh !
| shuuld as soon think oi white plumed
litlle dove being transformed into a greedy
VI luTe.
lie lraned back in his chair, with both
hands clasped on the top of hIs curly head,
aud looked out ahstractedly iuio the slusll.
ins village streets, humIning an old tune
under has brealh-whuse burden was
Love. still love"
Plainly. Mr. Harry Groves was very III.
tie disposed for work that morn,ng. And
when at twelve o'cluck, Judge CurneIl came
in, there was but hopeless chaos OF papers
on the table TO represent his young part.
ner's matstinal laburs.
Why, Grover, you hayen'I accomplish.
ed thing this morning." said the old
Judge, giancing keenIy around through his
antique silver band speciscles. - am
afraid that the pretty girls at Squire dos.
,hod's party last night we're loo much for
your mental equilibrium"
Well. you see, sis. I've been rather sort.
ing the papers over" said Harry. u httIr
sheepi.hly. "and I've written two letters
this morning"
" fwo lrtters!"
Yes, sir"
May ask TO whom 7"
One was to old Miss Experience
BrowUe, about that lot she aanl.j 10 sell
ine-l regular clipper, giving the uld hag a
piece OF NV mind--and the other"
" The oiher---'
Z" Ahem-that wasn't exactly businps.
letter Now. Judge, suppose you and
look over those cisctment papers tugether:''
The judge smIlrd slyly ; ne had au idea
~ to wi al the u'hrr letter contained. Eve.
" one 10 town knew how hopeIessly MIR.
Harry Grover WIS IN love with pretty
Ariel Browne. JUICE Cornell bad been
,oung himself not % very many years ago.
Iis just a. vali lvr I'D 10 marry and
settle down." thougla The old gentleman,
"ahd Ariel will eef;ainly make as sweet q
little wife as mottai eoud wish for r.
Harry needn't hars been 81 mysterious,
sealing aud directing BIZ two letters al the
desk behind the Oilet doof.