Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1869-11-13
How 1t Was Done.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.

Church ToriiUgtOn was perhaps the
greatest coward III the city of New York
Don't misunderstood Us gentle reader
physically speaking. our young hero
was brave as Bayard. dauntless as Cnu
de Lion. But it was where the fair sex
were concerned that Mr.. Torrington be
came poltroon. A glance IRON pail
Of blue eyes was enough to throw him int
cold perspiration at any time.
As one by one OF the companions OF his
boyhood and early youth vanished out o
the path OF bacherlorhood and entered in
to the Promised Land of matrimony
Church Torrington viewed them with q
not unenvious mind.
How the mischief did they ever mus
ter up courage to do it? was his inter
nal reflection.
And Harry Leslie, wag OF lorty who
always had knack of finding out every
body else's weak points, said
"All Of that set married except Church
Torington and he'll be bachelor all
the days OF his life, because he hasn't got
courage to ask any girl to have him.
don't know either he added rehectively
I. Wait until Leap Year comes around
again, there may be chance for him
tbenl"
Nevertheless. in the face Of all these
obstacles Church 1orrineton was in love
Miss Violet Purple was as pretty and
blooming little lass as ever tripppd down
the sunny side Of Broadway. under a
thread lace parasol on June afternoon
She was very plump aud rather small, with
bluegray eyes eyebrows like twin arches
Of jet, shining chesnut hair. and skin
like white velvet. just flashed with the
soitest pink on either ,limpled cheek. =
And she had a way Of carrying her head
piqnantly on one side and spoke with the
slightest possible lisps, and always wore a
rose in her hair. and was. altogether pre-
cisely the sort Of little girl mans fancy
would be apt 10 conjure up. when he
thought ofthe possibility Of wife to cheer
up the ploom OF his solitary home
Violet Purple was horn to be married
you couldn't think OF her being an old
maid any more than yoR could think Of
Strawberries without cream, or satin
slipper without dainty foot to iil it-and
whenever she thought Of the probability
Of that catastrophe. face like the mons
tached physiognomy nf Nc. Church Tor
rington untlines itself through the misty
vapors Of her day dream,
But Mr. Church was so dreadfully bash
fnl he wouldn't. propose : and poor little
Violet was nearly at her. wits end, what
to do in this dire perplexity. A girl Of
any delicscy can't very well ask man to
have her, and Violet had done everything
else She had smiled sweetly on him,
and given him no end OF rosebuds out Of
ball bouquets, aad had phlopened with
him. and sent him embroidrred cigar ca
ses, and returned gentle pressure when
he had ventufed to squeeze her band at
parting. and what. we ask the reader,
could a girl DO more
And still 10 spite ofall this. Mr.. Tor
rington persisted in keeping his love to
himself In vain Aunt Slrppta took her
work np stairs. and lritfthe drawinq.room
FIRE 10 twilight and the lovers. lin vain
Violet put on her pretlest dress aud curl
ed her hair with a special eye TO Church
Torrington's taste. And old Mr. PURPLE
I--whose name wasn't bad description Of
the general hue OF his face. began to won
der what the duce young g'orrington
meant by coming here so much and keen
ing beller men awayl' aud hiutal very
broadly at the propriety of Niolel's .being
more gracious taa certain banker, friend
Of bis, who was supposed to be specially
attracted By the blue-gray eyes aud the