Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1877-10-18

/ offer of his hand and heart TO MISS
Chester, through the proper medium
| of the Post Office, and in due time
received favorable answer.
But j ack was destined to a shock
THE most unexpected kind. After
his acceptance the Sunday afternoon
promenades were resumed, for it was
now the end of April, and spring
came in warm and early. Parma
violets scented sunny Broadway !;
Ijonqnils, tulips, hyacinths, sheaves
of delicate rosebuds, clouds OF spirit
like azaleas, quaint foreign lilies and
orchids made gay the florists wind
ows, and Fifth avenue was blaze. of
glory, to which the lilies of the field
4 could not hold candle, with Spring
fashions, when one day Jack Penn
and graceful young lady in deep
mourning might have been seen in
amicahle conversation on bench in
the park Jonathan was extremely
happy. if his face did not belle him !;
and Miss Chester looked far from
miserable, though there was certain
unquiet expression on her sweet, pen
siye face.
| Jack said she, at last, you know
am poor p 4s
$50 am /, he serenely rejoined.
| But have to work for my living.
so do l. was the impertnrbable
reply
I'm afraid, though-I fancy--that
is -may be you are like MANY men |
have heard of. You won't like my
kind of work.
He looked around amazed, and
then burst ont laughing
4 really can't think ofanything just
now, Garry, that could object to in
you, unless you may, possibly, be a
female pickpocket.'
Garry laughed, too; but it was not
quite spontaneous laugh.
ooh, Jack! But let us out with it.
| write to support myself, for we had
nothing but mothers small annuity
THAT is hard work, dear. l can't
think of anything more stupid than
copying lawyers folios'
That isn't what [ write at all, sir.
do my own writing. mean stories
and sketches and poems, and now Pm
on novel;
Jack jumped to his feet aad stared
at her. - III .ae3nis.4 81 4
you 2
Yes, me. Simple as / stand here,
Jack, I'm live authoress And here
she giggled Historically. For Jacks
face was going through transition
period almost as obvious as if it had
been geologic. He stepped back
pace or two and looked at her again.
You an authoress Why, never
saw hole in your gloves yet. And |
know you can cook beefsteak better
than Delmonico's CHI. | don't be
lieve it =
But it is true she said, a little
sadly. Il can cook and | can sew;
but, for all that, do write things and
print them
4 don't believe it firmly replied
Jack, sitting down again, and with an
| air of obstinate triumph. q never
shall. 1t isn't the eternal fitness of
things that ] could fall in love with
an authoress. You never have talked
high art to me. You never crammed
me with poetry, even though / am
horribly spoony just now. You never
said word about your last poem, or
that story in Hopner, 'or'the article in
Park,er'S, and | know you are putt
ting on vain airs of authorship mere
ly to scare and delude me.
But, Jack, dear Jack, it is true. ]
was lady before | began to write.
Why should | be conceited and i'll
bred now? Oh, Jack! DO believe
me. Pm really and truly in earnest,
Jack saw the tears in her beautiful
eyes, and wanted to kiss them away
bat an obtrusive policeman was too
near to make it admissible.
you dear little soul = he exclaimed
with an impulsiveness worthy of a
younger man, and one who had never
suffered from a Miss Van Allen. 4
don't care straw if you are ! You
might be George Eliot herself. if you
like. Well-no-perhaps not her
but any author or authoress in the
country, or all of them put together,
so long as you are my own darling,
lovely, lovable Carry And here
Jack looked dangerously moved. But
Garry trusted the policeman and sat
still, smiling like a very rainbow,
both showery and bright
But, after all, said Jack, sheepish-
ly, it is funny, I've said and sworn I
never would, marry literary woman.
and here I've been and gone and
done it. What will Hal say ?
Indeed, you hayn'tp Indignantly
lreturned Garry. There is no cer-
tainty whatever that III marry yon
yet m ~ s.
oh There isn't p And Jack
whistled ironically-right there in the
park, too. A
Il may refuse to marry bookkeep-
en- I've always thought them stupid
as owls. But who is Hal ?
Another O wl, said Jack, with sins
full little witches about his mustaehe.
'An owl who wanted me to come to
| uIuueI Will MS otc >GOuSHl Two YEARS
ago, and fall in love with her, because
she was pretty and literary; and !
laughed him to scorn,a on account of
the literature. 14 Gga
What is his name though 2
Dir. Henry Hopp Weaver, of the
firm of Weaver d Wing, River street,
/ Gotham essf a
/ Garry gave little scream. ta4oa
MY goodness! Jack 1t was. me.
Harry Viewers mother was my step
cousin
Let US go home,' said Jack, sol
EMMY. Fate cannot harm me. /
am the dust under her chariot wheels,
and the heather may9revile as they
| please. / shall be Mrs. PENIS hus..
band to the end of my days, aud hug
my chains at that. Here lies Jona-.
than Penn. sgsf ~ h srs.
| You absurd creature laughed
| Garry, as they strolied away, past the