The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-04-12
HOW If WAS DONE.
A Realistic Little sketch.


physically speaking our young hero
was as brave as Bayard, as dauntless as
Cnur de Leon. But it was where the
fair sex was concerned that Mr.. Tor
rington became a poltroon- A gentle
glance from a pair of blue eyes was
enough to throw him into cold Perspi-
ration at any time.
As one by one the companions of bis
boyhOod and early youth vanished out
of the path of bachelorhood and entered
into the promised land of matrimony,
Church Torrington viewed them with
not unenvious mind.
"How the mischief did they muster
up courage enough to do itf' was bis In
ternal reflection.
Nevertheless, in the face of all these
obstacles, Church Torrington wasin love.
Miss Violet Purple was as pretty and
blooming little lassie as ever tripped
down the sunny side of Broadway under
o thread-lace parasol on a June after
noon.
1 Violet Purple was born to be married
you couldn'think of her as an old maid
any more than you could think of straw
berries without cream, or a satin slipper
without dainty foot to fit it; and when
ever che thought of the probability of the
catastrophe, face like the moustached
physigonomy of Mr.. Church Torrington
outlined itself through the misty yapors
of her day dream.
But Mr.. Church, was so dreadfully
bashful-he wouldn't propose-and poor
little Violet was nearly at her wits end
what to do in this dire perplexity. A
girl of any delicacy can't very we'll ask
man TO have her, and Violet had done
everything else. She had smiled sweetly
upon him, given him rosebuds out of
her ball bouquets, sent him embroidered
cigar cases, and returned gentle press
ure when ne had ventured TO squeeze
her hand at parting; and what, we ask
the reader, could girl do more?
And little Violet took to crying at
night ON her lace edged pillows, and
Aunt Sarepta, tall, spare, maiden lady,
who had only recently come up from the
country to take charge of her brothers
household, scarcely knew what to do.
violet" quoth the aunt, what ais
your
al don't know, aunt"
SLOW long has Mr.. Torrington been
visiting herey'
Il don't know, aunt" she said, blush
> ing and rosy.
"Do you care for him?"
81 don't know, aunt" she replied,
J biushing still more deeply.
"Then why on earth don't he propose,
and have done with it?'
81 don't know, aunt" This time in q
sort of despairing accent.
Miss Sarcpta Purple set herself to I'M
tangle this gOrdian knot of circumstances
as she would "snarP in her skeins of
mixed woods; and when Miss Sarepta set
herself about thing, she was generally
In the habit of accomplishing it.
"Pll go and see him myself" was the
result of long day of meditation on
Miss Sarepta's part; land / won't let vi
, oies know about it."
|! Mr.. Church Torrington sat in his leath.
,sr covered easy chair, looking out diff
cult case in estoppels when his clerk an.
,nounced ga LADY," and, turning abruptly
around, he encountered the gaze of Miss
6arepta Puppies specialized orbs.
He colored scarlet as he dragged forth
chair and stammered out some incohe-
rent sentence or other-for was not she
,Violet's aunt-the aunt of the fair dam
eel whom he worshipped afar off and in
silencei
Thank you" said Miss Purple, de.
posting herself on the chair as one might
set down heavy trunk Eve come on
business"
Indeed
Because" said Miss Purple, edging
her chair O little nearer that of the
young lawyer, Il think lts time this bus
mess was settled"
What businessf"
"What businessf' echoed Miss Purple,
With beiigerent toss of her head; cas- if
you do not know well enough what am
talking sbOut-why getting married to
be sureP-
| Mr.. TorringtOn grew . shade or two
paler. Was it possible that this ancient
maiden still contemplated the probabili.
~ OF matrimony? Had she then select
ed him for her victim? He looked at
the back window-it opened on a blind
alley which led nowhere. He glanced a,
the door; but Miss Purple's gaunt form
enectually barred that means of egress.
No-there was nothing but to SIT still
and tace the worst that fate had In store
fol him.