Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1880-08-19
A PRETTY GAME.

Jnlia Everson,a a beautiful young
lady, with deep blue, lustrous
eyes, and Francis Rowley, a tall
handsome young man, his face
glowing with health and his de-
pertinent that of a perfect gen.
tleman.
"Your father" said Francis,
addressing Julia, "is as deter
mined as ever, l suppose, about
this affair of-of marriageP'
His look was averted from her
while he pronounced the words.
"Determined!' Julia Everson
exclaimed; "Why papa is Sc
bent upon my becoming Mrs,
Upjohn, that he would die of
rage, l think, were my resolu-
ton known TO him"
"And that resolution is, Ju-
id"
"To give Mr.. Upjohn plainly
to understand that the times we
live in are not those which toll
crate the atfiancing of two chill
dren in their cradles, merely be-
cause their parents happeli to
be friends. Besides this George
Upjohn has the manners Of a
regular clod, and has passed his
whole lile in some obscure place
out West. Do you believe in
proverbs, Francis?"
"Why do you ask?"
because l do." Julia Ev-
erson's face wore a look of firm
determination as she spoke.
"To what particular proverb
do you have refernce just nowY'
Francis asked.
"To the one which says,
Where there's a will there's a
way l think that you and |
may test its truth, if we are so
inclined. OF course, l wont e.
lope with you, Francis. l don't
consider elopements respectable.
/ shall never marry you if |
have to do it-therew She
looked serious enough to keep
her resolution.
"You mean, then, Julia by
coming the nightly eloquent
over your father?" Francis
asked.
"And get pooh-poohed for
our pains" she feplied, with a
slight laugh, No. mean some
thing else. Papa is still asleep,
and likely to remain SO for an
hour. Let us take a stroll
through the garden, and l will
disburden myself Of weighty
secret"
'Is Mr.. Everson at home?"
George Upjohn was the in
quirer, and he was shown into
"a small sitting-room on the
ground floor Of the house. Pres
emily the door opened, and Ju-
liza Everson entered the room.
"Mr. John Everson," said
she has, "been unwell for several
days, sir, and he has lately fall
len asleep; his daughter, Miss
Julia, does not consider it ad-
visable to awake him. But she
will be happy to see Mr.. Up
john herself, provided he wish
es IT,"
"Of course-of course-by
all means-certainly," stammer-
ed Upiohn, to whom the imme-
diate prospect Of behoIding his
fiancee was thoroughly over
whclming. "Be good enough,
won't you, to tell her sop
Soon after a tall young lady
(who struck him, the more he
looked upon her, as an unnatu-
rally and disagreeably tall wo-
man) atlired III a short, ill-fit-
ting dress and wearing, upon a
-countenauce full Of "broad-
blown comlineSs,red ard whites"
about the most thorough from
ear-to-ear sort of smile that Up
John ever remembered having
seen, entered the room.
"IIow dye do?" said the gi-
gantic virgin, accompanying her
salutation with a boisterous
laugh. you're Mr.. Upjohn, of
course? Well, l don't like your
looks bit. How do you like
minc?"
"I-I-think there must be
some mistake" he answered i'll
amazement. II understood Miss
Julia Everson was TO-"
DWELL, / am Julia Everson."
"lmpossible!'
"Perhaps you mean | dlsap-
point you," she cried out i'll a
loud, coarse tone. 81 dare say |
you're good enough kind of Il
fellow, but then you're decided
ly not the fellow for me. Saw
that the instant l clapped eyes
on you. I'm the sort of girl
that likes plucky, sporting-men
with lots of go in them, and a
general air OF being up to
snuff" You're not that sort
of chap"
"No!" exclaimed Upjohn, with
a pale embarrassed coutenahce
mo, Miss Julia, | am not the
l.