The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1868-06-02

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tAe little CLOCK lM Judge AtFnel 3 taR
office uu the main street speaking in a
sharp msiodioGs chime
Harry Grover glanced quietly up at
the unCompr0mising little dial, as be
entered upon the domain Of Coke up
on Littlct0n.
eI'm late this morning, he muttered,
hanging ms hat behind the door "but
as good luck viii have il, the Judge
has not made bis appearance yet Z"
He was a straight handsome young
fellow, with curley brown hair, hmpid
hazel eyes. aud a healthy blnsh GU has
sunburned cheoks--a mac whom you
instinctively felt you coald trust, as YOU
looked into has frank, honest face.
There was not many such more's the
pity
"Whew -whew-whew I" whisued
Mr. Harry Grover, turning over has
pile 81 legal documents in O very i'm
methodlcal sort Of a way, Law and
love were never meant to go together
and Of that | am certain. Pretty ARIEL
Browns blue eyes are shining rough
ishly out az me from every bit of parch-
meut or printed blank / touch. How
lovely she looked last highland who
would ever suppose that the old cat
with false curls and grinnng porcelain
teeth. could be her auntY Rich, too,
they say a good match for some des
perate fortune hunter, who is willing
10 swallow the bitter old pill for the
sake Of the gold coating Let me see,
taking about old Experience Browne,
/ believe ! have business letter to
write to her about that peiee of land by
the schoolhouse corners that she wants
me to buy. Not l ! When l purchase
land for building spot, it won't be a
desOlate pasture, where rocks and mul
len stalks fight together, to see which
shall possess the staunch sell. The old
lady must take me for very unsophis- |
tioated character indeed. / wonder, |
now, if blue-eyel Ariel viii ever be
wrinkled old eatamarou, cutching after /.
bargains Pooh! / should as soon
think Of white plumed little dove be
ing transformed into greedy vulturew /
He leaned back in his chair with .
both hands clasped on the top of his
curly head, and looked ont abstracted- /
ly into the slushy village street. hum /
ming an old tune under his breath--a .
tune whose burden was Love still .
Love"
Plainly, Mr. Harry Grover was very
little disposed for work that morning,
and when, at twelve O'Clock. Judge Cor
nell came in, there was but hopeless
chaos Of papers on the table to repre-
sent bis young partners matutinal la
bors
why, Grover, you haven't accomp-
y thing this mpsNiHg. said tho old
Judge, glanclng kaeniy around through
his antique silver bowed spectaclos, Il
am afraid that the pretty girls at Squire
Docthorne's party last night were too
much for your mental equilibrium.
"Well, you see, sir, I've been rather
sorting the papers over said Harry
little sheepishly, "and I've written two
letters this morning" II
1.-TWO letters 2"
"Yes, sir.
"May | ask TO whom ?"
"One was to old Miss Experience
Browne, about that lot she wanted to
soll me--a regular clipper, giving the
I'D hag peice of my mind-and the
lther-"
"The other r."
"Ahenl-that wasn't exactly busi-
ness letter Now, Judge, suppose you
md look over these ejectment papers |
/
The Judge smiled slyly; he had an
dea as to what the other letter contain ,
"a Every one in town knew how !
Mr. Harry Grover was in
owe with pretty Ariel Browne. Judge {
torhell had been young himself not so I
'ery many years ago.
ITS just as well for the lad to marry
nd settle down, thought the old gen ,
leman, ''and Ariel will certainly make
Is sweet a little wife as human mortal {
.ould wish for" !
Harry needn't have been so mysteri-
jus sealing and directing his two let :
ers at the tail desk behind the Office ,
ivor
Judge Cornell know just as well what 1
vas in them as II he had read every
word with his own eyes. But Young
,eopie have an idea that old people :
ion't know anything
Mis- Ariel Browne sat in her room, !
,usy with a complicated piece Of bright a
olored web-work that ladies call "crot- !
bet when Bridget tapped softly at
be panels Oh the door q
please, Miss Ariel a letter I" la
"A .gsf st aH3 for mel Dear me,
bridget, who can it be from p
"FME, Thea, aad it's moself doesn't q
nOw, bat Lawyer 1rDyer.s Office bGF j.
rouRht it, aud an lnpudent youag it
paipeeu IT is, for f
But here Bridget became conscious
hat heF young mistress was paying no
tteution to her, and withdrew into her u
apartment Of the kitchen, there % "a
urse her grief 10 solitude j
Ariel's cheek had turned as pink at a "a
,hile rosebud, as she read the super q
criphon Of the letter, and her heart u
eat perhaps q pulse or two faster than N
was won't bat she broke open the 81
lissive with a resolate hand. and read e
"MY DEAR Miss BaowxE I"Rather y
ool beginning she pouted, must II
eg 10 decline all further negotiations O
nth you. As you cannot fora moment b
ariously suppose ] care TO possess any b
hing SO utterly worn down and good b
" nothing, il Is useless to waste either q
our time 10 any more prehmiuares a