Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1869-11-26

We'll, Miss Sally, tell me about your
beaux. Whose heart have you broken
last?'
Involuntarily Sally glanced toward
Murray, who stood in the window regard
ing her with jealous eyes.
'Nobody's, she replied, lightly; but
Mr.. Trumbulls look followed hers.
'Why, who is that fellow who is watch
ing you so earnestly?' he exclaimed, with
n start.
Mr.. Murray. of New York, ifyou mean
the young gentleman in the window
1T is the very man saw last fall and
spoke to of you said Mr.. Trumbull. Has
he been making love to you?"
What did he say about meP asked
Sally, ignoring his last words.
.He did not say much he asked great
many questions about you. But say, has
he proposed to you''
Never mind whether he has or not, but
tell me what he said urged Sally, eager
ly.
lie asked if your father was rich, for
one thing
Did he? And what did you say''
Il said yes
And wha. else' Tell me all about it,
she cried imperiously.
| l.rrhnl told hin,
YOU are worth half million of dollars,
he said.
Sally's brow contracted and her eyes
flashed. You did, Why. Mr.. Trumbull,
why did you say that9'
Il meant you are such fine girl you
are worth it; and. really, Miss Sally, |
think it is too low an estimate. ought
to have said two millions.
Sally laughed, oh, that is so funny!
Aud do you suppose he believed it9'
Certainly. And so he has been court
ing you?' Mr. Trumbull said. shrewdly.
Perhaps so; but are you sure he is the
| S8I1lt tutU.
Il think he is, but question will soon
set that arrest
Sally started in her impulsivc manner /;
Come. will introduce you, and then |
shall know the truth of this extraordinary
story
Mr.. Trumbull would have remonstra-
| ted, but she was half cross the room be-
fore he could interfere. Murray started
forward with pleasure as he saw her APP
proaching him.
He is an old friend of mine, who thinks
he has seen YOU before she said. Mr..
Trumbull, Mr.. Murray
The gentlemen shook hands, and then
Mr.. Trumbull said: think we met on
board boat on Lake Erie, last Fall
Yes. replied Murray. with faint flush ;
'Iremember it perfectly.
A few more words were exchanged and
then Murray walked away.
Are you going to marry him. Miss
Sally?' asked Mr.. Trumbull.
No, indeed.
is he rich2'
lie is said To be very wealthy
Then you suppose fortune will be a
matter OF indifference TO him?'
But what if his is as mythical as minc''
You must find that out
No, do not care TO know now,' said
Sally. Let us talk of something else
Yes, thought you were going to ask
after your old friends. Have you forgot
all about them in these gaietics?'
'Oh, nor And Sally put query after
query about her home friends, until at
last Mr.. Trumbull said; But you do not
ask after Tom Middleton, and yet you
might Tor he cares more for you than all
the rest of them put together
oh, that's nonsense! But how is hep
He will tell you himself
Tom herer exclaimed Sally, her face
lighting up with delight.
Yes indeed. We came on together.
And why hasn't he come to speak to
me?' and the pretty face clouded again.
lie says he did not dare before all these
people; but if you will go to your parlor
will send him there
Sally started up atonce, and MIR. Trum-
bull looked after her with smile. lie
had been hoping for this match fora long
! time, and now, as he went out to find
Tom, he whispered TO him:
Speak to her tonight man! | am sure
she loves you"
Tom scarcely knew whether he was on
his head or his heels, as he made his way
to the private parlor. He never could re-
member afterwards exactly what happen.
ed when he reached it. He only knew
that Sally came to meet him with bright
blushing face, and the next thing he was
certain of was that she was clasped in his
arms.
At tolerable early hour the next
morning, n note was handed to Sally
1t was from Mr. Murray, renewing his Of
fer, and begging for Il speedy interview.
ASK the gentleman to come up Sally
said to the servant, and Tom, who was
with her, went out, without one particle
of jealous objection.
The young man came up, and would
have seized Sally's hand, but she drew it
back haughtily. "Stop moment, Mr..
Murray / should like to ask you ques-
ton"
He paused, abashed by her resolute
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