Connecticut western news., 1873-04-25
SALISBURY, CONN.,, FRIDAY, APRIL 125, 1873

"She'd be delighted with 1t, l am sure of itp' broke in Miss Dolly, with an air of conviction, as she darted into the kitchen to lift the boiling kettle from the crane.
 "But you don't mean that you won't marry me, Dolly?" pleaded MT. Wig gin, anxiously, following to the door. "I've been lottin' on seein' you at the head of things in my house." "Martha is a grand manager" said Miss Dolly, coolly. "David needn't think he can buy me with set of new buildingsr' added she mentally, snap ping down the lid of the pug-nosed tea pot. "I never did have the name of being cropping"
 "I tell you, Dolly, I won't have Mar tha; don't like her turn p cried Mir. Wiggin, testify, balancing himself on the threshold, yet not daring to step over it.
 Miss Dolly gave her undivided atten- tion to wingingrthe hearth.
 "You know you was always the wo- man of my choice, Dolly" pursued MT. Wiggin, as tenderly as he could con- sistently with the distance between them. "And we were both young
 "Pshawr' snapped Miss Dolly, scorching her wing; "that's beyond the memory of man!"
 MT. Wiggin's position was becoming painful. He grasped the door-post in either hand, looking wretched enough to slay himself on the spot, after the; fashion of Samson. Evidently he had not touched the right chord as yet. Miss Dolly was not to be won by the attractions of wealth and position, nor even by tender allusions to the past. He would appeal to her kindness of heart.
 "I used to believe you had some feelin', Dolly" said he tremulously "but you don't seem to have any for me. Here am left alone in the world; children all paired off 'thout's Matilda, and she'll go before the snow flies house empty-'
 "I suppose you can have home with any one of your boys, and welcome, put in Miss Dolly, faintly, still futtering about the chimney like aswallow. Yes, if worse comes to worse, suppose can," assented MT. Wiggin, mournfully, anything but consoled by this reflection. "It would break me down terribly, though, you may depend, to give up my place that I set sc. much by, and crowd myself onto my chil- dren."
 No response save the clattering of the tongs.
 "And it's dreadful melancholy busi- ness for man at my time of life to drag along without a partner. I'm getting to be old, Dolly" MT. Wiggin brushed his sleeve across his eyes as 8 feruled school-boy might have done. Yes, I'm getting to be old, Dolly" he re- peated, brokenly; "and it stands to req son that haven't many years to live but did hope we might go down hill together; Dolly, you chirkin' me up with that spry way of yourn that I al- ways took to, and carryin' the heft of"
 Here Miss Dolly gave little sniff, nothing worth mentioning only for the effect it produced on MT. Wiggin. In deed, had his ears been as old as he pre- tended, he would not have suspected her of being affected by anything more serious than cold in the head.
 "Can't you make up your mind to have me, Dolly" pleaded he, crossing the threshold in his hopeful eagerness. "I don't see how I'm going to stand ii if you can't"
 "Then Martha wouldn't suit ?'' said Miss Dolly, archly, making a great pre-. tense of wiping cinder from her eye. "What shame, now, when she needs the property so much !''
 "Hang the property ! I'd mortgage the whole of it rather than not get you Dollyr' cried MT. Wiggin, with vehe mence that quite closed her mouth.
 And so at last he had Miss Dolly cor nered.