The Colfax chronicle. (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1876-1877, 1877-06-09
THE MOST CAUTIOUS OF LOVERS.
Letters on which Breach Of Promise
Suit Gould Hardly be Based.

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From the Chicago Tribune.1
People may talk as much as they
pleass about the exquisite diplo-
matte skill of Gortchakoff or Bis
marck in a long correspondence,
but there has been a correspond
ence going on during the past
week between a young lady who
lives near Union park and a clerk
in a big dry goods store down.
town, which, for tact and fertility
OF resource, would cxtort, were it
fully known, the admiration of all
Europe and America. He has
been paying the young lady very
marked attention for the last ten
months, and, as she would like to
take a wedding trip to the East
this summer, or else enter her suit
for breach of promise before the
courts take their vacation, she
wants to hurry up things. Ac-
cordingly she. began writing letters
to him, aided BY her affsctionate
brother, who Is studying for the
law; and he, being of a suspicious
disposition, is giving most guarded
replies. Last Saturday week she
wrote to him as follows
SATURDAY, May 5.-Dearest How
ard Mamma will not be in this
evening. I shall be at home after
1870, and am afraid I shall be ter
ribly lonesome if no one calls.
Ever yours. ADA.
When the young man got this
he winked and said to himself la
conically, "Not much she doesn't"
and wrote back:
Dear Miss Ada regret that
your respected mother will be alb
sent, as I had intended to call this
evening to see if her health had
improved. Your note, however,
treasures me. You speak of be-
ing lonesome. All, 1 know too
well the feelings; but in the COM
pany of our beloved authors, Mil
ton, Shakespeare, Jeremy Taylor,
Watts, and all those immortal
friends who are never from home
and never out of temper, how can
we be lonesome
When the young woman read
this as far as company of our be-
loved" she felt rather triumphant.
but at the next word she bowed
her beautiful head on her hands
and burst into tears, saying: "He's
just as mean as old get-out. Her
brother Algernon read it rehec-
lively, and said : "He demurs; we |
must join action and plead to the |
jurisdiction. This is deep SER
pent, sis; he doesn't wear his sting |
on his sleeve; but I'll fetch him."
Then she dried her tears and |
wrote
1t was unkind of You not to
come last night, but Ferdinand
was here, and stayed till nearly
eleven. He is such a darling fell
low; l just dote upon him. But
don't be jealous. The Sabbath
bells are ringing sweetly. Do you
not love the mellow music of the
bells At night I often in my
dreams seem to hear the Ginning
Of bell-you must know which
one.
There" said the brother, 81
guess we've got him where the hair
is short. II he answers that in a
letter two lines long, Writ Dexter
couldn't save him from $4,000
damages The clerk read it, sat
down thoughtfully, and replied
Don't be jealous. Why should
[?' True friendship is never self
Ssh; and under all circumstances,
no matter how far apart we may
be, or how different our lot in life,
shall be your friend. Ferdinand
IS. indeed, noble fellow, and wor-
.hy of your love. When is it to
come off? p. ST. cannot say
10 like the bells, for like to sleep
ate on Sunday mornings The
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