The sun. (Fayetteville, N.C.) 1883-188?, 1884-11-25

IdCeu SlIl appedTeU,~ WITH auDurn-red
hair, and complexion to match, and
a stiffiy starched calico gown, with
a perfect cheoaur de frise Of founI
ces.
Goodness me!'' said Jerusha.
I'm all of a futter! How do you do
sir?"
''Ma'am hope | see you wellr'
said MIR. Mapton, with a ceremoni-
our bow. "a
He's perfect Sir Charles Gran
dison!' giggled Jerusha, under her
breath, adding aloud: 'Please to
walk in, sir."
And she led the way into the cool
dark parlor, where there were green
paper shades at the windows, stone
jar futf Of asparagus IN the fireplace
and a plaster boy, with a bow and
arrow, on the mantel.
rs your father at home?" asked
Mr.. Maptsn, with another obei-
sance.
ooh. dear, no!' said Jerusha, red
dening up again. Are you going
to speak to him frst?"
at might perhaps be more seem
ly," said Mr.. Mapton.
ooh, good gracious.' futtered
Miss Jerusha; "but | haven't told
him about-about-'
Pray do not mention it," said
Mr.. Mapton. Il shall have no diff
Guilty in explaining my business tc
him myself"
Must | call him now?" said Je-
rusha, lingering with pretty lnde-
cision.
"Well, perhaps 'twould be BETTER
answered Mr.. Mapton.
And softly closing the door, Miss
Jerusha Phillips flew out to the
barn, where her father was watering
the oxen.
"Pa!' she falterrd, edo put on your
other coat and come into the par
lor."
"Eh?" said Mr.. Phillips, a great,
red-faced, smiling giant, with stub
by, week-old beard, and knuck]es
like blacksmith. minister hahn t
come to tea, has hep"
mo: but, pa-you see, pa"
"What's the matter now?" said
Mr.. Phillips, as Jerusha twisted his
coat button nervously around with
downcast eyes.
1--WE been advertising in the pa
per, pa" confessed Jerusha.
"AdvertisingT roared the farmer.
'What for?"
"For--for a husband" almost
whispered Jerusha. And the gen
teelest gentleman YOU ever saw has
come to answer it. He signed his
note NJ. M.-Manfred Manleverer-
and the same initials are on the end
Of his valise, and he wants to see
you at once.
well, declare!" said Mr. Phil
lips, with a borean breath of ameZe-
ment. "The fools amt all dead yet. .
mo. But, pa. please don't dis
courage him. whispered Jerusha,
because he is very gentlemanly,
and all the girls will envy me so.
Now, pa, do be reasonable
He's got to give an all-fired good
account of hlmself,' said the far
mer, "before III let him have a dar-
ter Of miner
'"Oh, he'll do that, pa" said Jeru-
sha. "And do make haste! Benaiah
was in the secret. He posted my
letters, and brought back Manlever-
er's from the post-office. And he
went to the village for me to-day;
and I've made him half dozen new
cambric cravats, and mended his
Sunday gloves to pay for it.
Mr.. Marton, alone in the gloom
of the best parlor, thought that the
chairman of the board of trustees
never would come; and III fact it
was some time before Mr.. Phillips
had-as he expressed it-''scrubbed
himself clean and jumped into his
best clothes" And then he made
his appearance as majestic as Corlo-
lanus.
w have the honor Of addressing
said he, slowly. :.
Moses Mapton, at your service, "
said the stranger, rising and bowlnS.
"Thought my gal said it was Null
liver,' said Mr.. Phillips. so you
want to see me, eh?''
eyes, sir" said Mr.. Mapton. II
wish to obtain your good word for"
"Oh, you must settle all that with
Jerusha,," said Mr. Phillips, chuck
ling.
"Yes, sir, but in order to intro
duce-" 49,,
"Mv gal says that's all settled
a'ready," said the farmer, broadly
grinning. IL s'pose you've got good
references| -,
"The very hest in the state" said
Mr.. Mapton, eagerly: Il assureyou
that our system is
"Eh ?" said Mr.. Phillips. -|What
the dickens are you talkin, about?>
"Will you allow me to show you
a few samples said Mr.. Mapton,,
brisklv unlocking the square black
box. from which overhowed fear
full Niagara Of geographical maps.
"Our reputation in outlines and prl-
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