The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1879-02-14

maiden, say OF %, VINO ieii hesINf"e
/ iy in love with a rich young mau, aud
to prove the disinterested rapture sh'
felt for him and the ardent nature o.
her gush, she limited, as only lady
Of 50, anxious to marry, can. that h'
was the very finest man she ever can't
across. and could make any woman
happy by the simple means Of a Prea
cher and n license. But the rich
young man didn't see il. lie didn't
nibble, and, in fact, he staid away
from there in a most unproposing man
ncr. but she was an enterprisine
maiden, and 50 she went through
some 500 novels in search Of good
way 10 catch rich young man with
matrimonial lasso; for. as the couple
in a novel always marry, it is fair 10
conclude that the courting must he
good that results always in success.
Well, at last, the fair reader came 10
"The Romance Of a Poor Young
Man. wherein the point Is that the
T.. Y. NJ. being locked in a moon.
light tower with lady, jump of the
tower at the risk Of his life, sooner
than stay up there and thus compro.
mise the lady.
II have IT," said the fair reader,
closing the book and going to the sex.
ton Of a lonely Methodist church
which stood some miles in the coun.
try. automatically bcsicging that
sexton. she maraged to wheedle him
out of the key to the steeple; which
was high, and a spiral stairway inside
and only one window. Then the rich,
but cool young man and tho designing
lady were seen one afternoon riding
along that road, and, stopping at the
lonely church. to 60 up in the steeple
and view fine article Of sunset. The
couple climbed the stairs and stood at
the single window, admiring the love.
" scene, until the sun went down be-
hind the west. and the twilight crept
Ger moorland aud lea--see any novel
or poem for minute description. Then
the rich young man began to get skit.
tish and wish he was home, so he i'm
parted gentle hint to his companion
that they had better go. etc. Now,
the lady had locked the door Of the
steeple, assuring the young man that
. il was the sections imperative COM
mand. Down the steep. narrow stairs
they came, and at the bottom the lady
felt for the key in her pocket, hut no
key was there. Gracious, me, says
she, IN a most histronic manner, "if |
haven't gone and dropped the key out
Of the window; tie fifty feet to the
ground. What will become of Us ?
To stay in this steeple all night with
man and show myself aflerward
would kill me" etc, and she fell on
the young mans breast in a parOxysm
of weeping. That young man was
cool and business-like; he waited I'M
Ill she turned of the water; then
kindly seated her on the lower step
and started up stairs, Heavens, Jo-
scph, dear Joe, you amt going TO
jump" "Not il | know il; you just
wait"
Presently he returned with a bright
smile on his face and the bell.rope
under his ara; gently, but firmly, he
took that 35-year-old maiden up stairs
up to the window. and, in spite OF her
entreaties and cries, tied the rope
about her waist and lowered away.
The conventional plowman homeward
Flooding his weary way, saw, as the
moon rose, a parti-colored ghost de-
scending the face Of the church stee.
pie, and he began to plod faster, at
the same time whistlinga tune 10 keep
up his courage. But curiosity, strong
or than fear, caused him to take just
one more look at the apparition, and
what was his surprise to behold against
the steeple, two barred and striped
objects that doomed like the clowns
legs in the circus. The plowman
stood rooted to the ground; an intense
fascination seized him; his eyes were
set, and he looked like a statue. Pres.
emily the object touched the ground,
and then came ghost No. 2, aud, as il
was a dark and masculine looking OBJ
ject, the plowman rallied from his
fright and approached the spot, when
he beheld a lady calling the gentleman
a "hOrrid wretch"
"Poor Herbert. How | wish you
did not have to slave so at that horri,
Bile store from morning till night" said
his wife, as, with a fond caress, she
seated herself on her husbands knee.
and gently stroksd the auburn locks
from his sloping brow. And the grave,
stern man of business understood her
at once, and answered. "Well, Susie,
what is it-a bonnet, or whatY &C
light on me, for money is scarce'n
eyerl"
clam told, said Mrs. Gubbins, IN,