The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1919-11-11

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he began at the latter feature first.
He was a man who prided himself on
system in all his actions and, he
hoped, on sense.
1--WE saved up enough to start In
right" he told close friend, land
the day l marry / shall have my own
house ready 10 go into and provided
in general way so far ahead that
the high cost or living will mean moth
ing to me-"
Morton had his preference as to a
wife. If there was one young lady
he most coveted it was Dorothy Nor
ton, but he did not tell her so.
His system forbade venturing "a
rash break" as he termed 1t, until
he was able TO make suitable pre-
sentiment of his home and it's Access
series. In a quiet, almost secret way
Morton purchased a house at the edge
of the town with a lot ample for q
garden and limited minor farming
and ordered it painted and decorated.
He had garage built, chicken
house. a cow stable and a pig pen.
There should be plenty of eggs. butter
and milk, he resolved, and each fall
pOrker to cut up and salt down for
the winters meat supply. He already
owned an automobile. Little by little
Grated furniture and other household
belongings began to arrive, and final
ly about everything necessary for
modern model house was stored in the
vacant rooms.
I'm all ready" he soiloquized with
satisfaction, and wendell his way to
the home OF Dorothy. He joined her
in the garden, INDUCED in no circumlo-
cution, told her frankly that he loved
her, asked her to become his wife and
then fairly gasped, for Dorothy was
overcome. She acted like a person
half frightened to death.
oh, Mr.. Lunt," she breathed be-
wilderingly, II never expected this,
and indeed, indeed I must not stay
with you another minute! promised
mother l would never fall in love
with anybody without first telling her,
and here I've. gone and done 1T
mean you have honored me with a
proposal. Then, too, father is away
and l would have to find out what he
thinks about it, and there are our
chickens over in our neighbours yard
Oh! please give me- time to think
to arrange, I mean, to tell the folks"
and blushing like a peony and in
state of fluttering embarrassment and
confusion Dorothy ran after the
truant fowls.
Morton passed several DAYS after
that In great anxiety. At the first
he felt sure that Dorothy would meet
him or write him, but she seemed to
keep purposely out of his way and not
line did he receive. With sore
| heart he finally made up his mind
| that he had frightened away good
friend In seeking an unwilling bride.
He would visit his desOlated home
feeling as though he was among the
ruins OF some treasured palace Bit
by bit, however, his philosophy came
| TO his rescue. The fruits of all of his
planning must not 60 for naught.
There was many girl in the world
worth seeking. and doubtless glad to
| become mistress of comfortable
home. Morton placed an advertise
ment in city newspaper stating that
M. L., lock box ~, Rushville," wished
to hear from matrimonially inclined
young ladies who could appreciate a
life partner with a kindly disposition
and the inclination to make a helpmeet
happy. ..,--~ @.-4.=~ssss>-.--
During whole month Morton had
not met Dorothy to speak to her and
had seen her only alta distance. One
| afternoon at the beginning of the fifth
week Of his exile, he went down to the
post office to find his lock box chock
full of replies to his advertisement.
Not only that. but q red card re-
quested him TO present the same for
overflow mail addressed to NJ. L.
There were letters and letters in
daintily scented envelopes of all
shades and sizes. He crammed his
pockets full Of them and decided to
seek the seclusion of the woods lining
the river and have an uninterrupted
opportunity of studying their con-
| tents. He had almost reached a shady
covert in view when a turn in the
path brought him face to face with
Dorothy!
| There was sweet smile Of welcome
on her bOnny face, there was a mag
netism in her innocent eyes that thrilled
him. Artlessly, with palpable eager
ness she came nearer to him.
"Oh! Mr.. Lunt," she said. 81 was
hoping to see you. l had to wait TIL
father came home from his trip. He
arrived last night and 1 asked him If
1 cOuld-that is would he"
Let you marry me-" propounded
Morton anxiOusly.
Eyes, Mr.. Lunt, and he and mother
both like YOU"
"And about yourself, Dorothy.
dear?
"Oh, / could have told Won that
long ago" and she placed her hand in
, his own and looked up trustingly info
HIS faCe