Milford chronicle., 1885-08-14
THE MAJORS ESCAPE.

AlhlDI AubuOly 4LdIlAulOp WeD
very good match indeed, as Miss An
corona Dilworth and the gossips very
well knew.
To-be-sure, he was rather bald and
had a wart on his nose; but, then, he
was the owner of many acres Of rich
land; he possessed herds of fat, short
horn cattle and focks of long wooled
Merino sheep; he raised untold quanti-
ties of amber cane, to be made up into
sugar; and was, all told, the richest
farmer in the neighborhood of Sugar
Maple village.
AS for Miss Angerona, she was not
very young, but neither was she old.
She was not remarkably plain, nor
could she be called pretty. For the
rest, she was rather sharp-featured
and very sharp-tongded, so the neigh
bors declared, though the major had
not discovered this facts--
Miss Dilworth was not-a benevolent
person, YET she had taken her orphan
niece, Avis, to raise,
Avis Dilworth was a hearty, merry
GIRL in spite of her aunt's grabbed
temper, with a round face, deep dim
pies in her cheeks, pair of laughing,
blue-gray eyes, and plenty of vim and
life about her, though demure and
quiet as a nun under Miss Angerona's
sharp eyes.
Indeed, many people asserted that
If Avis were only decently dressed,
and allowed the advantages she de-
served, she would be quite belle.
But Miss Dilworth's old garments,
however neatly made over, were not
sufficient to set off even good figure
to much advantage.
They were all poor Avis was allow
ed, however, and she sighed in vain
over the crisp new lawns, the sheer
white muslins, the huted rufles and
fresh, plumed hats of her more fortu-
nate acquaintance.
At last Major Hartletop had propos-
ed to Miss AngerOna, in a good, sub
stantial, plainly-expressed letter; and
Miss Angerona had determined to &C
oept the proposal
"If he Is bald and ugly" she re-
marked to herself, ''he's rich, and
money covers a multitude of bad looks.
Besides, it'll spite that stuck-up Wild
der Flukes, that's been asserting her
cap at him this month or more; an as
long as she wants him I'd have him, if
he was bald as an egg an ten times as
ugly as heisl''
But, in spite Of his defects, Major
Hartletop was good-hearted, and as
romantic as many man with a glossy
head of hair and no wart on his nose.
He was really in love with Miss
Angerona, and after sending his pro
posal, the moments seemed weighted
with lead until he could receive her
answer,
At last his impotence grew unbear-
able.
81 won't wait no longer" he declar-
ed. 81 just call around and get her
answer right away, or I shan't sleep
wink tonight, know"
And popping his hat on his head, he
set off on the winding, country road
which led to Miss AngerOna's dwell
ing, his mind busy with pleasant fan
cies of what the future might have in
store.
"How nice it'll be to have my wife
asserting at the head of the table, OF
stepping around the house, overseein'
the butter and cheese-makin'," he
unused.
aAn' that pretty Avis, too She
shall have better clothes than she
wears now. Is'pose AngerOny CAM
afford to dress her any better; but III
see to that. She shall have white
dress, with lace founces, an one o
them crimpY things girls wear around
their necks, to stand up with us in"
And so, his mind busy with cheerful
pictures of the happy future. he reach
ed Miss Angerona's house, ascendet
the steps, and r7as about to knock OF
the open door, when a shrill high
pitched voice reached his ear.