The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1868-09-03
e Proposing BY LETTER.

Eleven o'clock-at least so said the golden
tide of sunshine, creeping over the velvety turf
of the village groom, and losing itself in the
murmurous foliage of the big maple trees, and
SO said the little clock in Judge Cornells Office
onthe main street, speaking in, a sharp, melodi-
chime.
Harry Grover glanced quietly up to the un-
:; compromising DIAL as he entered the domain of
"Coke upon LittietOn,'s5d
"I'm late this morning" he muttered, hang
singup his hat behind the door If but, as good
look will haveit the judge has not rnadeJhis ap-
pearance yetl''
He was straight, handsome young fellow
with curly hair limpid hazel eyes, and a healthy
flush on his sunbrowned cheeks-a young man
you instinctivefy felt you could trust a1entraace
as you looked into his frank, honest face. There
81 was not many such; more's the pity. eal
sswhew-whew-w -whewi'' whistled Mr.. Harry
Grover, turning over his pile of legal documents
in a very immethodical sort Of way. Law and
love were never meant to go together; of that I
am certain. Pretty Ariel Browns blue eyes
ttrs shining roguishly out atme from every bit
of parchment or printed blank touch. How
lovely ,she looked last night-and4 who would
ever suppose that the old cat ~ithfalse curls and
grnning porcelain teeth. could be her aunts
Rich, too, they say; good nlatel1fo some des.
perate fortune hunter, who is willing to swallow
the bitter old pill for the sake of the gold coat
ing Let me see--talking about old Experience
Browne, believe have q business letter to
write to her about that piece of land by the
schoolhousea corners that she wants me to buy.
Not L! When purchase land for q building
spot, it wonitb be desolBte pasture, where rocks
and mullen stalks. fight together to see which
yshaif2 possess the -stannch soil. The Old lady
. 1husttake me Ifor every, ,unsophistocated char
acter, indeed. T wonder, now, if blue-eyed
will eyer be q wrinkled catamaran, clutching
! after bargains. Poohl should as soon think
of the white plumed dove being transformed in
: t6a greedy Thitnrei y = ~ !, t,lTjit :.
- He leaned back in bis chair, with both hands
= clasped on top of his curly head and looked out
abstractedly into the slushing village street
humming an old tune under his breath-a tune
whose burden was g Love, still love.''
Plainly Mr. Harry Grover was very little dis
posed for work that morning. And when, at
twelve o'clock, Judge Cornell came in, there was
but hopeless chaos of papers on the table to
represent his young partners matutinal labors.
s-.s.Why,z Grover, YOU hayen't ACCOMPLISHED
thing this morning said the old judge gianc-
ting keenly around through his antique silver
bound spectacles. .s am afraid that the pretty
girls atSquire DoektIior1f' party asthisht were
too muchrfor your mental, equilibrium.
"Well, you see, sir, I have been rather sorting
the papers over,n said Harry, rather sheepishly,
and have Mfitten two letters this nhorhing.'' y
e"Two letters2"
AYES, sir.'' AZ 81
'.May ask to whom?"
y 7. One, was ito old Miss EXpegience Browne,
about that lot She wanted to sell me-a regular
clipper giving the old bag piece piece Of my mind
and the other" f
.a lbemI Itba4 wasn't exactly 4 business letter.
Now Judge, suppose you and look over these
papers together.'' al % fiiis Il
The Judge smiled slyly; he had an idea as to-
what the oter letter seontaihed. Every. one in
town knew how hopelessly Mr., Harry Grover
was in love with pretty Ariel Browne. Judge
Cornwen had been young himself not so very
many years ago. ~ & : :. 9 - - -
1T is just as well for the lad to marry and set
tie down." thought the old gentleman, "and
Ariel will certainly make sweet a little wife
as human mortal could wish for.''
HAIRY peqlnIt hove, been 50, mysterious seal
ing and directing the two letters at the tall desk
behind tie e4Iices door, L La y. q
Judge Cornell knew just as wen what was in
them as if he had read every word with his own
eyes, But young people have a mistaken idea
that old people don't know anything, -
Miss Ariel Browne sat in her room, busy with
a acomplicated piece of bright colored web-work
Shat ladies can tGfoCnetyf WueH bHluBt6 bNPpcu
softly at the pannels oftheEdoor.
"Please, Miss Ariel letter" .,gS
"a letterI and for mel Dear me, Bridget,
VINO Can il be frofn2aot Oh assA 1oF =
"Faix, then, and its meself doesn't know, but
i Lawyers Growers Office boy brought it md an
impudent young spalpeeui it is fort JOtS
But here Bridget became, conscious that her
young mistress was paying no attention to her
and Withdrew into her department of the kitchen
there to nurse her griefs in solitude. ,
yAriel,s cheek turned as pink as the. inside of
the wild rosebud, as she read the superscription
of the letter, and her heart beat perhaps pulse
or two faster than itsswont, but she broke omen
f. the missiye with resolute hand, and read;
l." MY DEAR MISS Recommendations cold Ire-
iginningi she pouted)--I must beg to decline all
further negotiations with YOU. As you cannot
. for moment seriously snppose care to possess
anything SO utterly worn down and good for
nothiRf it is useless to waste either of tinae
IN alf3 more preliminaries..,s 5l4afg m 10
II twill call this afternoon and return to you
1eTs You unnecessarily took the trouble
III. GROVER"