Amador ledger., 1908-05-15
His Correspondent.


tOrginall
In the olden times when things were
not all ready made by millions. Joseph
Sanger stepped into a store where a va
riety Of things were kept on sale.
There we're embroidered articles for
women, fancy articles for household
use and lounging articles for nen. The
latter consisted of dressing gowns.
smoking jackets, slippers and such 9th
er paraphernalia
"I'm a bachelor" said the young man
ia lone. iorn bachelor. l am obliged
to spend a great deal of time in my
room. and | may as well be comfort
able. What have you in the line Of
wearing apparel for such use?"
The ghopkeeper squared himself and
surveyed his customer with calcula-
ton in his eyes Yes; think they
will fit you" he said at last 1.-THE very
thing "A smoking jacket. cap and
slippers, brand new. beautifully en-
broldered. got them in only yesterday.
but will sell the lot very cheap" He
produced the articles The young man
tried them on. and they fitted him fair
" well.
"You say they are newY' he asked
'"They look shop worn"
"Such things are made by fine ladies'
In INDECENT circumstances. who usual
ly spend a great deal of time on them.
l dare say they were year or more il
making. That accounts for their ap.
pearance."
Sanger bought the things for a song,
took them home and the same evening
put them on. AS he saw himself in n
mirror he thought them very becom-
ing and a great bargain. Lighting a
cigar he sat down in his easy chair,
feeling very comfortable. But rCtV'ith-
standing that he was in fine apparel h"
was miserable. Who can be happy
with nothing but walls to talk to?
Thrusting his hands into the pockets
Of the jacket. he ran one of them
against bit of paper. Withdrawing it.
he read:
The maker of this jacket would like to
correspond with the purchaser with
view TO matrimony.
"Well now, like that!' unused San
ger. "That woman has a long head
She knew there were even chances
the things would fall into the hands
Of a bachelor, that the bachelor would
wear them in a room all alone and
want a wife. My dear, I'll go you"
He wrote a note and mailed it. 1t
came back with postmens notes scrib-
IL. all =. lA.o 41,N~
Try everywhere" Sanger, disappoint-
ed, threw 1t on his dressing case. But
the next evening on returning from
business it was missing. The maid
told him that the postman had asked
for it, having found a party to whom
it might belong. A few days later
note written on fine paper and bearing
a crest was laid on table in his room.
He opened it and read:
Since placing the note in the article you
describe prosperity has come to me.
Nevertheless l shall be delighted to find
man who has in him the elements of
good husband.
There was no mention of the writ
er's age. When Sanger replied, which
be did at once, he said that his age
was twenty-siX. Before going any fur
;her in the matter he would like to
know the lady's age. There was no
reply to this, and, fearing that she
might be sensitive about her age, he
wrote again, giving the old quotation
with loving hearts age makes no diff
ference"
Then came an epistle stating that the
age of the lady who had placed the
paper in the smoking jacket was forty
two. Sanger was much disappointed
and forthwith committed the note to
the wastebasket. He was not in need
of marrying fortune and did not pro-
pose on any account to marry wom-
an sixteen years his senior.
Meanwhile a lady acquaintance told
him that she wished to introduce him
to a young friend of hers. Sanger con-
scented and met an attractive girl Of
eighteen, with whom he proceeded
straightway to fall in love. His pas
sion being reciprocated, an engagement
ensued. When he was feeling the hap
piest note came from his correspond
enL StdllnS lnal sic ndu IoOAeu uP hi0
record, was satisfied with it and was
ready to make his acquaintance. San
ger paid no attention to the note. Pres
emily he received another, stating that
If he thought he could trifle in that
way with unprotected women he was
mistaken. The courts would do her
justice
Sanger was troubled. 1t appeared
that he had been drawn into a trap
by woman for blackmail. She had
his letters, though there was no offer
of marriage in them, so he might as
we'll write one or two more, trying to
fix the matter up The replies he got