The Red Cloud chief., 1877-11-08
A MATRIMONIAL ADVERTISE
.MEN1,.
BY DI AMOND,

BY DI AMOND.
Toast burned to a crisp! coffee lik
mud! and beefsteak as tough as leathe,
I'd like TO know how in thunder a ma
is going to live on such stuff as this! r
die of indigestion in less than a wee
ifIikeep on in this way. Here, Bridget
take this mess away, and just pack u
as quickly as you ever did anything il
your life" growled Mr.. Aaron Allen, a
he arose from the table, giving it a VIC
lent push that set the dishes rattlin.
Bridget sullenly set to work, and Mr.
Allen strobe out of the room, bangin.
tie door behind him.
"Well," he muttered, as he reached
his study and threw himself into ;
chair. this is a go! Five cooks in a:
many weeks, and no prospect of any
thing better. 1t will certainly drive
me distracted trying to live in this way
do hate to break up and board after
keeping house SO long. If Sophia hadn't
made such a goose of herself she might
be here yet, and all would be we'll"
Mr.. Allen was a middle-aged bache.
lOr, whose maiden sister, a few years
younger than he, had always directed
his household affairs since the death of
their mother, twenty years previously,
when Sophia was a girl of sixteen. They
had always lived ~peaceably enough until
about two months since, when Sophia
took mortal umbrage at her brother.
For Miss Sophia had a pet parrot, a
beautiful, laxative bird, which she was
very fond of; but one unlucky day she
unthinkingly left the cage door open
and went out calling. Her brother cam
from his business before she returned;
and a sight met his eyes which set his
quick temper in a blaze at once. On his
study table sat Poll, busily engaged in
tearing into minute bits some of his
most important documents, which she
had pulled from the half-Open drawers
while over what few remained untOuch-
ed by her bill streams of ink were pour
ing from the overturned stand.
Fun! fun! fine funl" shouted Poll,
pausing a moment in her work of de.
struction, and cooking up one eye ma.
liciously at the intruder.
Eyes, I'll make it fun for you, you
scOundrel. yOu-yOu-" sputtered Mr.
Allen, using, l am afraid, a few not
very refined expressions, and Selling
Poll unawares, he thrust her into the
cage, and rushing out on the street, gave
her to the first person he met. Miss
Sophia soon came home, and missing her
bird. made inquiries, when her brother
at nce related the whole affair. His
sister stormed and fumed and ragged.
calling him. cruel monster" and ended
by declaring she would not remain in a
house where she was so abused. MI.
Allen, in a passion, told hertz do as she
liked about it; it was immaterial to
him whether she went or remained; so
she departed without even leaving her
future address, but her brother had no
fears on her account. She had relatives
and plenty of money, and she was GER
tainly old enough to take care of her.
self. The cook, who had been in the
family for years, left when Miss Sophia
did, declaring that she would not be
bOssed over by a man." Mr.. Allen,
thinking it would be easy to fill her
place, had taken five in succession from |
the intelligence office. with what sue
cess We have already seen.
Hum unused Mr.. Allen. aloud, a
habit he had when alone. If I knew
where Sophia was, Id send for her, even
If she did act fO0lishly. but Idon't know,
so there's an end of that. Heighho!
what's a house worth without a woman
to manage it. anyway Something's
got to be done, and soon. too. l can't
live in this way any longer. l believe
I'll get married. looking around half
at his termerity in giving
utterance to such a thought. But
wouldn't Sophia fume then! Still, there's
nobody l exactly take a fancy to. Miss
Boggs istoOo old" (vain MANI Miss Stepup
vain and extravagant, and 1 don't
know OF any nice widows"
He sat q moment p~onderlng deeply on
this Important matter. then a light broke
yer his face. The very thing, Why
didn L think of it before and he sat
before his desk. and drawing pen. !
lnk. and paper toward him, commenced
writing. After frequent pauses and
much reflection. he finally laid down
MS pen. and read over what he had
written. I
Il guess that will do" he said: swhat I
IN old fool l am; but then 1 really don't '
zee any other way out of nv dilemma I
Miss Sophia. on leaving her brothers t
house. had Immediately gone to a cous- s
ms residing about sixty miles distant !
md made herself quite at home. i
The New York papers came in dailv Q
nd she always perused them with in t
crest One day, in glancing over the o
advertisements, n among the per s
onals" caught her eye. and she read it c
yer ~carelessly, then again with more a
&c
"A middle-aged gentleman Of wealth o
nd position is desirous of opening a c
orrespondence with a lady of educa- b
on and refinement, with q view to L