Mexico weekly ledger., 1882-09-28
HOW TT WAS DONE.

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HOW IT WAS DONE. -
Church Torrington was, perhaps,
the. greatest coward in New York.
Do not misunderstood us, gentle
readers physically speaking, our
young hero was as brave as Boyard
las dauntless as Ceur de Lion. But
it is was where the fair sex were con-
cerned that Torrington became a
poltroon. A glance from a pair of
blue eyes was enough to throw him
into cold perspiriation at aay time.
AS one by one the companions Of
his boyhood and early youth yapished
out of the path Of bachelorhood and
entered into the promised land Of
lmatrimony, ChurchsET Torrington had
viewed them with%sa not unenvious
mind. a
And Harry Leslie, wag Of forty,
who always had a knack of finding
out everybody else's weak points,
said: Y
"All that SGT marked except poor
Church Torrington, and he'll be a
bachelor all the days of his life, be-
cause he hasn't got the courage to
ask any girl to have him.. 1 do not
know though, either" he added, re-
fiectively. Swat until leap year
comes round again; there may be a
chanee for him then.''
\ Nevertheless, in the face of all
of these obstacles, Church Torring-
ton was in love.
| Miss. Violet Purple was as pretty
and blooming lassie as ever tripped
lightly down the sunny side of Broad
way under thread lace parasol on a
june afternoon: She was very plump
ana rather small, with soft grsy-blue
eyes, eyebfowss like st1ins arches of
jet, shining chestnut hair, and skin
like white velvet, just flushed with
the softest pink on either dimpled
cheek.
And she had a way of carrying
her head piquantly ON one side, spoke
with the slightest possible of lisps,
altogether, precisely the sort of a girl
Ia mans fancy Is apt to .conure up
when he thinks of the possibility Of
a wife to cheer the gloom of solitary
home.
Violet Purple was born to be mar
RED ypps couldn't think of her as an
| old maid any more than you could
think Of strawberries without cream,
and a satin slipper without a dainty
foot to fit it; and whenever she came
to think of the possibility Of such q
catastrophe, face lN the mus
tached physiogomy of Mr.. Church
Torrington outlined itself through the
misty vapors of her day-dream.
f. But Mr.. Torrington was so dread
fully bashful-he wouldn't propose
and poor little Violet was at her wits
end what to do in this dire perplexity.
A girl Of any delicaey cannot very
well ask man to have her, and Vic
let had done everything else. She
had smiled sweetty upon him given
him rosebuds outof her call bonnets,
sent him embroidered cigar cases and
returned gentle pressure when he
had ventared to- squeeze her hand at
parting; and what, we ask the reader,
could girl do more? =
l. And still, in spite of all this, Mr..
Torrington persisted in keeping his
love to himself. In vain Aunt Sarep-
Ia took. her work upstairs, and left
The drawing- room free to twilight and
|thsl lovers-in vain Violet pat on her
prettiest dresses, and curled her hair
with an eye to Church Torringten' s
taste. t,SS3 .-154-@.@5 5FtJfF' =
Old Mr.. Purple-whose name was
not sspad aeseriptieaof Che color of
his face-began to wonder "what in
the world young Torrington meant
by coming here 50 much and keeping
better men away" and limited quite
broadly at the propriety of Violet be-
ing more gracious to a banker, a
friend Of bis, who was Supposed to
tbe especially attracted by tile gray
blue eyes and the jet-black arched
browss,S @ X szzs r., J. =
And little Violet took to crying at
night on her laee-edged pillows, and
Aunt Sarepta, tall, spare maiden
lady, who had only recently come up
from the country to take charge ef
Tier Brothers household, scarcely
knew what to do. - 80
"Violet, what ails you?" quoth the
Aunt.
III don't know, aunt afidN
"How long has Mr.. Torrington
been visiting here?"
II don't know; about three years,
l believe" .
80 '''Does he care for yousViolet!'t
~ don't know, aunt, . she replied
blushing and rosy.
'Do you care for him?"
II don't know, aunt" she replied,
blqshing even more deeply. 7
gg'frAen xby % easth dsn't he bro
1pese md have done with lt?''
81 don't know, aunt This time
in sort of despairing aceentw
Miss sasef e. rsfpsss set bsFself te
untangle this Gordian knot Of circum'
stances as she would ''snarl' o1