Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1869-10-26

them young and pretty, too. Now, the
difficulty is to choose among such
number. Let me see. By George,
here is letter | have failed to open.
What if it should be the very one |
Plain hand writing-can read it like
print-and buff envelope. Good l
hate fine. writing, and abominate white
envelopes, they show finger marks so
plainly. I'll read it aloud:
Mr.. JAMES SOLITARY:
DEAR SIR-Your advertisement in
the Morning Ledger has met my eye,
and am pleased with the mOdesty
and candor of its diction. am mat.
rimonially inclined, and have been for
years, but have never yet met with
one to whom | could give my virgin
affections. | am of the age you re-
quire, and am considered handsome
woman, if l may believe what my
friends tell me. You say that wealth
would be no object-which shows
your noble, generous disposition, and
proves you to be a true gentleman.
| have saved up quite sum of money
and should we be so blessed as to
fancy each other, | should wish to
place this in your hands for safe keep
ing. wait, with anxiety, your fur
ther pleasure.
Address,
Miss NICToRA GREEN,
Box 210, Greenville, Me-
Now, if that aint the very woman y
exclaimed the delighted Norton, rub
bing his hands and eapering about
the room in high glee-treading first
on the cats tail, and then on the span
iels ears, to the infinite annoyance Of
those sober-minded animals.
Sensible woman, that. Sensible
letter-right dowa sensi BILE. OF
course, moneT is nothing to me, but it
shows her wisdom to want it commit
ted to my care. She aint extravagant,
or she wouldn't have saved anything.
She must be good hand at pudding,
from the style of her writing. She
must be seamstress, or she would
not have stamped the wax seal with a
thimble. The very woman you want,
James Norton. This letter shall be
answered Immediately, and the other
lifty-four shall be burned. They are
a sentimental bit of trash, take them
together-though l feel greatly oblig-
ed to the writer's for trying to suit
me-"
Mr.. Norton sat down to his desk,
and indited an epistle to Miss Green
An epistle conciliatory, affectionate,
and eminently encouraging. He ask
ed her to appoint an interview without
dclay-his ardOr would allow no sus-
pense.
Directly came reply. Miss Green
confessed herself slightly romantic !;
she had always thought that she would
like to meet the "star Of her destiny"
at a moonlight hour in some secluded
grove. She had read OF such meetings
in novels-and it must be so delight
ful. This was the only romantic fancy
she had, and she hoped Mr.. Solitary
would indulge her in the whim of an
interview on the following evening at
ten o'clock, in the lane leading from
the street to Col. Pages pasture.
1t was beautiful spot; and she had
ascertained, by consulting the almanac
that the moon would rise exactly at
nine. If Mr.. Solitary consented to
this plan, he might count upon her
presence in the lane at the hour men,
toned, and he would recognize her by
her white shawl with a deep crimson
border. She would address him as
Mr.. Solitary, and if he was that re-
spectacle gentleman, he must reply by
calling her Miss Green.
Fortunately, Mr.. Norton had spice
of romance in his composition, and
the proposed moonlight interview W
pleased him nightly. He FASTENED
to respond favOrably, and the heart of
Miss Green was doubtless set in a
futter of happiness.
Mr.. Norton was exceedingly fdgety
for the next few hours, and We are
sorry to say that his temper was not
improved thereby. He kicked the
spaniel, switched the cat for intruding
herself into his arm chair, and NOR.
tally offended Miss Greystock by call.
ing her an old woman.
Moreover, he was strangely alb.
stracted-which state of mind exhib
tied itself in divers ways, the more
observable on account of Mr.. Norton's
proverbial solemnity of demeanor
He put his hat over the potatoe dist
at dinner, and wore one Of the large
wire dish covers into the garden or
his head. He salted and peppered
his tea, and poured cream on his ba
con; donned his coat wrong side Out
and his dickey hind part before; mis-
took the poker for his gold-headed
cane, and went down the street will
it dangling between the fingers OF
his black kids, to the infinite amuse
mcnt of troop of ragged boys ano
scrubbytailed dogs.
This nervousness must have beer
contagious, for Miss Graystock wa.
taken in the same way. She spilled
cup of coffee on the table.cloth
ironed Mr.. Norton's shirt-bosom will
a gridiron, and, for a wonder, forgo
to take her hair out of the curl-papers
in which each night she had imprison
ed it, until early sunset. Mr.. Morton
was too much engrossed with his owl
peculiar sensations to notice the cx
traordinary conduct of his housekeel