Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1891-01-09
LOVE In THE PACKAGES.
A PosToFFIcE INSPECTORS STORY
OF A coURTsHiP.

John c. Angert is officially known as
s'rater of third and fourth class matter"
This long name in some cities is shortened
TO inspector of packages" This latter
title is probably more succinct and appro-
pirate than the first He is in reality, a
branch of the secret service of the post
Office department, as his duties are to open
every piece of third and fourth class mat
ter passing through the Cincinnati office,
for the purpose of ascertaining if the pack
ages contain any writing which would
subject them to first class postage. The
rater is an observant gentleman, and is
as full of stories concerning his business
as an egg is full of meat.
BY far, however, the most interesting
Renaissance of Mr.. Angerts list is new
story of a courtship, proposal, and accept
ance of the proposal, lovers quarrel and
break up, subsequent reconciliation and
marriage. AS Mr. Angert relates the in
cidents very well, let him tell them.
1.-The ending of the romance" began Mr..
Angert, "came only few days ago. About
six months ago opened box of flowers
containing an unsealed letter" The let
ter of course, was read by Mr.. Angert, ito
ascertain whether it was engraved"
"Well / read the letter through, that's
missive, begging the lady to accept the
flowers, also at the same time to grant him
the pleasure of her friendship.
THE CASE GROWS INTERESTING.
"He had been introduced to her at a lit
tie party few nights before, and had been
smitten by her beauty. | tied that box up
with sigh and charged twelve cents ex-
ira postage. | buried the incident away
in my BRAIN as thought never to be re
called except for relation to my family
circle.
But things began to come pretty swiftly
after this a box of bonbons would pre-
cede box of beautiful flowers or Gloves
each contained letter, and it must have
taken all that girls pin money to pay eX
ira postage on the boxes of flowers and
bonbons which were poured upon her de
voted head. The notes began to contain a
deep red tinge of affection at first almost
imperceptible, but later the glow and
splutter illumined the darkness of the life
of even postoffice employee
"At last came the climax in the shape of
a proposal of marriage written on tinted
note paper imbedded in a box of beautiful
roses The box was duly charged with the
regular postage, and patiently awaited
the next development from the young man
at Laporte Ind, for it was from that place
the many tender documents had emanated.
Then my heart beat light with gadness
one bright morning when there passed
through my hands box of bonbons au
dressed to MY own dearest May That
settled it. did not require the blow of
trip hammer on my skull to realize thar
the proposal had been accepted and was
well under way. Well, sir, such yushiu-
as l read in those letters for three months
was enough to make a yellow horse turn
green
THE SUIT PROGRESSES.
But like the hand of fate IA great dark
cloud began to hover over the scene OF true
love. Then one day came package, which
l opened. The package contained letters
they were love letters They came from
the young man in the bunctious town of
laportp to the young lady in this festive
burg. They were her love letters being re.
turned dropped one red hot guilty Tear
on the buudle, hastily tied it up, and then
charged fifteen cents extra postage
In that grave of love | buried the sad
thoughts which the turning of affections
channel leaves high and dry on the sandy
bank of memory.
But Pm depressing. Do you know that
1 began to feel the keenest agony as to the
future of the young couple. That last let
ter of his feel sure must have been justi-
fed by some untoward word or action of
his fiancee. From the wealth of his atfec-
ton | could see he was a really and truly
good young man, unworthy of tickle love.
while this nightmare was jamming it
self into every nook and corner of my tired
brain grew feverish with an xiety for the
girl. Maybe she wasn't so bad, after all.
hA no Ia
thought, with the great, pleading, LIQUID
eyes of the fawn and the wind swept hair
of field goddess.
81 pictured the beauteous being in ro-
mantle flights of mind, and then my heart
bled for her | may he supersensitive, but
l felt bad for both the young people.
pictured him in his lonely castle on the
Wabash as he sat silent and moody listen
ing to the swish of the water as it swashed
through the moat chains of the drawbridge.
How sad and solemn he must be, thought.
LOVERS QUARREL
by George, began to fell as depressed
as Bunthorne, Gilbert's hero in Patience,
as be witnessed the hopeless decline of the
sunfower Then one great, cleaning ray
of sunlight broke in upon my life, when a
truce otleringi IN the shape of box of beau
tiful flowers and containing letter passed
through my hands to the young lady
"Hc said he was to blame for it all He
was wretch and a brute and a-heaven
only knows what not. to have acted rs he
did, subscribing himself 'Penitently yours ;
The wretch! To have aroused my sym
pathy to such an extent as he had was bad
enough, but to cause me to think evil of
that most beautiful, most gracious, most
charming most Cincinnati of all girls
why, could have choked him on the spot
"Then matters ran as smoothly as a
ripping brook on an even pebbly bottom
Cards were issued for the wedding,
and | saw the notice of it in the daily
papers, After the marriage my heart be-
gan to burn, until wild desire took pos
session of me to see this couple who had
aroused such feelings of sympathy, anxiety.
soorn, ridicule and anger within my breast
Fate was with me in my endeavors to catch
a glimpse of the gushing young couple,
who had always felt sure must live on
angel food, whipped cream and light lemon
ade | saw them.
"'Who are those homely peopleP asked
an acquaintance the other night at the
theatre, pointing to couple of old spoon
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