The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1891-01-30

pompous. unyielding, gray-headcd oh.
staclc in the shape Of Judge Jones, who
worshipcd Mnmmon and strongly dis
approved Of Dick for being just poor
enough TO exhaust his resources upon
dress and cigarettes. Entrcaties, per-
suasions. even tears had been launched
in vain against the rocky, parental cita-
del. and now ingenuity came creeping
in 10 see what it could do backed by
love hitherto Intellectual powers.
'.Nain people are always cruel T
pon'cd Gertrude. 'ard papa is horribly
vain for All his long-headcd way Of look
Ing al things"
,yain. qnoth Dick: ''why. he's bald
headed and over fifty. II day"
~Oh' YOU don't know him These old
widowcis' IL wouldn't marry one II
there wasn't bachelor left in the
world
II should say not" and Dick delicate
IL imprinted his views upon Gcrtrude's
lips. 80 he wouldn't object 10 being
considered a masher yet? Well. then
II SO could make him think that some
woman was in love with him, and get
him tocommit himself--don't YOU scc?-
l,ut Gcrtrudc could hardly AS
vet.
Why he'd do or say any thing silly
get himself snubbcd, perhaps. and then
knowing trouble himself perhaps
he'd have little charity for us 4
Gertrude began to sea little as in
aglass. darlSly.
''Of COURSE" continued Dick. s'the
lady whoever she is. would not be in
TIE joke. and il he made any bold adj
vanees
"Oh' just believe papa would do
any III ing. il he thought he was making
an impression"
Nv ell don't you see? Shed trip up
his reels 50 hard, that when he came
suvwn he might feel Inundated enough
% say bless you my children
Gertrude saw clearly now; she would
have looked through closed door for
Dicks sake, and closed doors often seem
transparent enough with love to mag
nifty the possibilities Of things.
Dick, you're genius"
\ All unconscious Of these tender plot
stings against his domestic peace. Judge
I Jones-n his library--was unearth-
ing faded photograph from a dusty
corner Of his desk. He looked at It at
tentively.
"foor little GIRL he said, apostro-
phizing the sweet, youthful face that
thus peered at him from out the depths
ofyears. II didn't know I'd kept you
% long. You were very fond Of me
once and I've always had doubt as TO
whether did right to let you 60. Won
DER If You ever married.
One fine day the Judge sat in his Office
wrnkling his brow over a letter written
y . delicate feminine hand. He laid il
DOWN and smiled; he took il up and |
'rowned again. Then he read it over
once more:
DEAR sIR:-Atthe risk OF seeming ovcrbold |
venture 70 correspond The many times your |
eyes have followed me upon The street Or |
tAncrd ~ upon me as sat by my window AZ |
-o'N' art not unknown 20 me. How could re.
nah hllnd, Yet should never have dared TO l
s''ess you. but for the delicate tribute you /
.A'e - unexpectedly bestowed. feel. there
p,rl that my impressions OF your motives are /
v. w uAicunded will not believe you 10 be in
u, 1890 ana await your arrival with emotions
~o-t0o deep for words.
Yours in hope, AMrSrA PnrPrs."
The Judge again laid the letter down.
.ook turn or two across the floor and
inflated his chest.
Singular" he said at last 1T beats
'Ae world. The Widow Phipps-the