Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1894-01-05
THE NEW POSTWAR.

DrAR stn-I object 70 your attentions 10 ny
daughter virginia. ! believe I have hiutcd
something to that eject before. n you call AZ
the house again, shall BE- under tho brutal
necessity Of Kicking you down the front steps
In my absence, my butler and his feet will rep
resent me.
Should you bs prosumtuous enough to acoo'i
my daughter anywhere else, assure you that
shall hunt you up and iniict kicking upon
you wherever overtake you. Believe me. tir,
BryiArS P,nsoSs.
LAWYER Parsons smiled as he read this
unique production over
"That1l settle him, =" he unused.
Horace Nsne whistled when he had rcnd
the letter.
he reflected. "Mr. Parsons stands feet
2, weighs 300 pounds and wears No. 10
boots One good, honest kick from him
would sottle me Tor life.
stlll Horace would have died Tor Nir
ginia. and he didn't propose 10 let the pros
poet Of a kicking keep him away from her
lie wondered n he couldnt devise some
method Of visiting her that would be- both
safe and feasible
A. no thought his eyes wandered TO
ward the mirror lie had been away from
New York Tor lve days on a hunting trip
In tho country and hadn't aocn a barber
IA all that timo.
Incod a shave" he thought. and then
suddenly added.
"No. don't either. a beard l. one n
the frat elements Of n disguise, especially
a. tho people Mt the Parsons house have
always seen me with smooth face"
Dor two weeks, although he was sup.
posed 20 be- In the city. Horace Nnno was
not seen at the house Of Mr.. Benjamin
Parsons
"My letter settled him. ohuckicd the
lawyer
AZ the end of the fortnight a registered
letter came for Nfisa Virginia.
arm tako the book up 10 hur 60 sign,
said tho butlerto thepostmnn-a new man
on the route.
"No, she must come down and sign,
rctorted the postman. 81 um responsible
for delivering this letter Into her own
hands"
The butler grumhlcd. hut called Mis-
Virginia, who came down. received tholet.
ter, signed for II md rhattcd atably with
tho postmnn for n moment or two.
Tho butler. who had instructions 90 In
tcrccpt any letters that came addressed In
Vanc'a writing 10 Miss Virginia, saw that
the registered letter was froo from sua
piclon, aud therefore Withdrew.
Miss Virginia had mover had ~ much
mail M came during tho next few weeks.
She laughingly declared that II was worth
while 20 20 To meet the postmrn NJ the
door
The butler did not feel that his instruc
tions from hls employer required him 10
b. At all suspicious
Lawyer Parsons came home early ono
afternoon and saw the postman In the act
Of handing lotior 10 Virginia
From whom Il thatin ho asked storm
ly.
"only Clarle Russell. papa, " was the
sweet answer. "By tho way, papa, tho |
postmAn has kindly offered 10 take fuo % u |
place whore can do a great deal Of good. |
lie has volunteered 10 escort me"
Attend 60 your charities in your own /
way" Rrumhlod Mr.. Parsons. going into
the house without giving tho postmnn
morn than glance
IL 10 happ,ued that Just ns Mr. Parsons
was leaving the huuse again. thrcc-quar
tens Of nm hour later, "a carriage drew up nj
the curb. out ~ " stepped tho postman.
lie was followed by Virginia, who looked |
hAAA hfAtANANH NNNAA AAANANNANAA w ANNNWa
Congratulate mr. papar shocried. 81
have Just been married
"Mariedw cchucd tho thunderstruck
lawyer "To whump
ITO Mr. Horace Nane-your. truly, +" In.
trposcd tho new postman, bowling
"Nanel Thundcrntion. 40 II ia That
beard disguises Your raseally face. But,
NlrN=
IAN quite easily explained. sir. You
forbade mo your huuse-cnlled tho only
way could with saiety-political friend
got me Ioh-suhstituto posiman- fellow
who took my place enjoying himselt-O Old
Point Comtort-my eNpense-oomes back
tomorrow there you arr, sirl"
"Confound YOU" reared Mr.. Parsons
"I'm going TO kick you"
"Pardon me, my dear sir but You, ~
alawycr, know what a serious ofIenso IL Is
10 interfere with tho United States mail
and IT, carriers
"Nou young iaekanapcs, " blurtod Law.
yer Parsons; you've got nerve enough
for hundred men. Come here, both Of
you, dash ~ Bless you. my children H.
Ralph Riyen. In New York Journal.