Connecticut western news., 1910-04-07
.SheProposed By F. A. MITCiiEL Copyright, 1910. by American Press
 Association.


 out of it. She was Welsh, and some fifteen or twenty letters are required to spell her name. and after it has been spelled 1t could only be pro- nounced by one asleep and at the | continuation of a prodigious snore. l will therefore call her Anne.
 If Anne's name was not attractive, Anne herself was very attractive. She had been born and lived till she was fifteen in Wales and possessed the rose and ivory complexion common among the girls of the British isles. She was plump as partridge and had pair of white shoulders and an eX- quisitely rounded neck. Then her hps-well, they are best described as kissable. In other words, AnnC was a pretty Welsh girl who had come to America with her father to live on farm of his own in Minnesota.
 Anne had lost her mother before leaving Wales, and her father had married again. Not all stepmothers make life miserable, but Anne's step mother did At any rate, Anne al- ways felt that the home she had known had passed away with her mother; that there was now a different home with a new crop of children of which she was not a part and in which she had no place. It seemed to her that if she were out of it there would be an advantage to it and to her.
 Anne had a friend whom she had met in Minnesota. The friends own true name was Martha. She, too, was the daughter of q farmer and lived a short distance down the road. One evening Anne after a scrap with her stepmother went out and stood at the gate to nurse her wrath alone. While she was standing there along came her bosom friend. Anne poured Martha's ear. Martha listened till q pause came and then said:
 "This is no place for you, Anne. You should be married and have a home of your own.'
 ''I know it." said Anne, "but whom am to marry? All the young men as soon as they are grown go to Mime apolis or St. Paul or Chicago or St. Louis. They all seem eager to get away from the farm as soon as pos sible I can't follow them to the city, and if I could it would do no good. I am country born and bred and entirely unfitted for the city" Nevertheless you must marry"
 "I will! I'll stop waiting for pro- l poSal. I'll ask the first man I see to marry me-"
 At that moment a man appeared some distance down the road. He was carrying a bundle done up in ban. danna handkerchief at the end of a pole. the pole resting on his shoulder
 "Here comes your opportunity" said Martha.
 Anne gave a gasp. "I wish I had the courage to do it." she said.
 "I dare you"
 "You dare me?''
 ''Yes; you said just now you would ask the first man that came along tC marry you, and here comes a young fellow of suitable age. Ask him."
 "But suppose he should hold me to it I might jump from the frying pan into the fire"
 Marriage is a lottery even if you | have known the one you marry long while and consider him perfection"
 Hes good looking" whispered Anne, stealing q glance at the man.
 Quick" snapped Martha. You will be too late"
 Suddenly it occurred to Anne to do as she had threatened, speaking in a | language he would not understand She had not forgotten the language of her childhood. She called out in | Welsh
 "A oes cisiau gwraig arnoch chwi?" l Do you want a wife0
 "Oes'' (Yes) came the reply quick as a flash.
 The young man turned to see a pret l ty girl looking at him in consternation, her face all aflame. He started toward 1 her. but Anne ran into the house and slammed the door in his face.
 If she had thus rudely treated any 1 young man of her acquaintance doubt. less he would have gone off in high l dudgeon. But she had called on Cupid to help her, and the little god once in- terested it is no easy matter to allay 1 that interest. Indeed, he is impudent and persistent The young man went to the closed door and tried to open it. Anne was holding it from the inside. Cupid proved the stronger, and the door was forced. When Cupid enter- ed, Anne had buried her face in the pillow of hall settle. The young man stood by and said:
 'I perceive that you are Welsh. l am just come from Wales and am looking for a place to settle in this great country. Will you tell me what county in Wales you are frOm"'
 A smothered sound came from be- tween Anne's face and the pillow. "Carmarthen."
 "Carmarthen! Why. that's my coun- ty too"
 Well, that was a beginning. AEne's father had known the young mans | father in tho old country and he was