Milford chronicle. [volume] (Milford, Del.) 1878-1974, 1885-09-25

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he.
pretty well, stammered Rosa.
And then followed an awful silence
Bosa could have jumped out Of tn
window, If it hadn't been for the BIZ
geranium. She would have taken ref
uge through the door, if she had no
been inwardly certain that Fanny wa
in hiding back Of the hinges.
She could not go up the chimney
like a draught of air; neither coulC
she vanish into a crack of the floor
So she sat there and trembled.
The young man, after portentioUsly
clearing his throat. began to unfasteI
the buckles of his valise.
81 have something here which
should like to show you" said he.
"He has got some credentials as to
character" thought Rosa, cor perhaps
it is an engagement ring. Oh, hope
it's a nice onep'
"Are you fond of cooking?" said the
young man. "But 1 needn't ask. Ey-
cry New England girl is THAR
a like it pretty well" said Rosa,
much marveling at the question.
"You read a good deal supposeP'
"Oh, yesl" said Rosa, frightening up
a little.
Exactly" said the young man.
"Well, l have here the very thing that
will suit you. Your next neighbor
below, Mrs Slatterly, has taken two
copies of it, and it was she who rec
commended me to call here, A com
plete cookery book, with all the recipes
in poetry and illustrated throughout,
at only one dollar a volume. A SOU
yenir alike worthy of a parlor table
or the kitchen dresser, or even of a
place in young lady's boudoir. And
as for literary excellence"
His tongue was Embossed at last; he
was sufficiently YOluble now.
Rosa started to her feet.
"Are-are you book AGENT" she
cried.
That's my business, miss" ackowl-
edged the young man, unwrapping
several differently bound volumes of
the complete Cookery Book, in verse"
"Will you do me the favor to look at
this book?"
mo, 1 WON'T excitedly cried Rosa.
81 only ask a trial to convince you
that"
"Let me gop' cried Rosa, blindly
rushing to the door, IL am not
WE'LL think 1 am going to faint"
The boOk-agent picked up his spec
tacles, looked blankly at the blue, red
and green volumes of his stock in
trade, and began slowly to replace
them in his valise.
81 don't believe 1 shall make trade
here" said he to himself. "The PEG
pie are queer. 1 hope I haven't got
into private lunatic asylum"
And he opened the front door~and
walked out of the house, just as Rosa
ran sobbing down the grapevine path
in the back garden, directly into the
arms of tall young giant, who was
coming up from the river, with an
overcoat on his shoulder.
"ROsa," said he, give come here to
ask you to pardon me. 1t was that
1 did it just for joke.
But when yolt answered it"
gotham ElletP' cried Rosa, nearly |
with wrath, "I'n never for
give gow in this world--never."
She struggled to escape from his
grasp. but in vain.
"Now, Rosa, don't be vexed," said
he. "You aciH forgive me-you must!
And you shall marry me. too. There
l always said I couldn't pluck up
spirit to ask any girl to marry me; but
somehow this matter seems to settle
itself. No, you shall not go till you
have said yes. You're the very girl
[ have always wanted. And you
lon't know what a deal Of store l
hall set by you, Rosa dear"
Don't tell pa about the advertise
nent, then" said the fast relenting
Rosa.
81 won't tell a living soul p declared
lothian.
The book-agent went on his way
making tolerably good sales that sui
ry day, while lothian and Rosa sat
happily under the grape-vines, and the
Widow Rollins hung out the tapping
heets and towels on the lines, and
ighed to think of the days when she
90 was young. And Mr.. Pitcher was
veil pleased when he came home and
earned of his daughters engagement.
"Jot Ellet is a good fellow" said he.
Rosa couldn't do better"
"But it isn't half as romantic as 1
bought it was going to be when Rosa
rst answered that advertisement"
aid Fanny, sorrowfully, in the seclu-
ion Of the back kitchen.-Helen For
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