The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1868-08-26

with hisown eyes. Batyouny people don't
know anything!
Miss Ariel Brown sat in her room, busy
with complicated piece Of bright colored
web work that ladies call =" crotchet,"
when Bridget tapped softly at the panels Of
the door. il. ..se-aaa.J s..
- Please, Miss Ariel, a letter." II
"a letter, and for me Dear me, Brid-
get, who can il be from?
"Faix, then, and its merselt dosen't
know, but Lawyer Covers office boy
brought it. and an imp pident young spalpeen
il is, for ---." &#.:
But here Bridget became conscious that
her young mistress was paying no attention
to her and Withdrew into her department,
the kitchen, there to nurse here grlefs in
solitude.
Ariel's cheeks had turned as pink as the
inside of wild rosebud, as she read the su-
prescription of the letter, and her heart
perhaps pulse or two faster than was its
wont, but she broke open the missiye with
4 resolute hand, and read:
M DEAR MISS BRnwSE: [" Rather cold Begin
ming !" she poutedl Imust beg to decline all further
negotiations vii h you. AS you cannot iol moment
seriously suppose care TO possess anything so utter
II worn down and good Tor nothing, it is useless 10
waste either Of our time in any preli minaries.
will call this afternoon and return 10 you the pa.
pers you so unnecessarily took the trouble TO send
me. Yours very truly,
"A. GROVE"
Ariel threw down the note and burst into
tears.
"The cold hearted, presumptuous viii
liam !" she sobbed. "Paprrs, indeed sup.
pose he means the note wrote him ahou
the picnic Oh. how foolish have been,
how absured. and am rightly punished
for my iolly J" a@
But still ARIEL went on, when a girl of
eighteen has built up glitterIng castle in
the air, whose foundations are laid in her
own heart. she CANNOT see u dashed ruthless
ly into ruins without lew natural tears.
Meanwhile. Miss Experience Bruwn,
eiaf ffty we'll repaid autumns, was reading
with no little astonishment, the letter which
Bridgets enemy, the post boy, had brought
for her.
"Up-on my word" exclaimed Miss
Experience, slowly aud emphatically.
"rhe imperliaent young fortune hunt
ing humbug! Does he suppose I'm born
fool, 10 swallow such a pack 0t sentilnen ntal
fllte-y as this "Lo,ely eyes-dimples =
II he'd had said spectators and wrinkles,
he'd have been considerably nearer right.
M you don't, my fac leIlow-no-you
donI.' Experience Browne hasn't lived
filty.hy years i'm the world 10 fall into
such trap as this at last. HELL call this
afternoon to receive the answer that is to
decide the whoIe current oi his future life" 4"
will he! Well, let him call. I'll be ready
for him, I'LL warrant me he won't be in .
hurry To call again."
Aud Miss Experience chuckled to herself
until all the false curls quivered, AS she
folded the letter neatly aud put il back in
to its hurriedIy directed envelope.
al never had an offer Of marriage be-
FORE" she thought, viewing her autumnal
counrenance IN the pier glass. and adjust
ing the little putls Of ribbon IN her cap bor-
der, land il does make one feel kind Of
queer It's something to tell OF, any way.
Beihuar Jvnes needn't 20 10 saying nOic
that was an old maid, because had never
had an offer just wonder what ARIEL
would say-I guess won't tell her she
would ouly laugh at ne !"
Miss Experience drew herself up as
grlmly as II her spinal column were bar
Of iron, that afternoon, when Bridget an.
nounced:
"Mr. Grover, mem"
"shOw him in, B'ddy-I am quite at
leisure to receive him"
And our herr. entirely innocent Of the
impending storm that awaited him, walked
into Mi.s Experiences awful presence,
with a bundle deeds Of title in his hand,
tied with the official looking red tape Of his
profession. ...-..........
GOOD afternoon, Miss Experience ="
Aint you ashamed Of Yourself, Harry