Rensselaer Union, Volume 8, Number 16, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 January 1876 — Miss Green’s Romance, Disappointment and Despair. [ARTICLE]

Miss Green’s Romance, Disappointment and Despair.

In the West End of the city, not a thousand miles from Everett street, lives a respectable and hard-working seamstress named, we will say, Miss Green, although her real name is another coldr. She is middle aged and neat in dress, and is not particularly fair to look upon; but she has accumulated a little.property, and she has matrimonial longings in her. About two-weeksago a “ Personal” in a morning paper caught her eye. It stated that a highly-respectable gentleman of means and business position wished to form the acquaintance of a somewhat similar -woman r with-a-view to matrimony.—MissGreen meditated, and (he result was an answer to the “ Personal,” stating to the effect that Barkis was willin’. In a day or two her anxiously awaiting heart was cheered with a well-written letter, informing her that Coelebs was in search of a wife, and asking for a speedy interview. The letter requested Miss Green to write at once to E. Howard, Room A, second floor. No. 4 W. Third street. She did so, and inviteqi Mr. Howard to call that evening. Then she arrayed herself like the lily of the field, and sat endeavoring to still the beating of her virgin heart while she awaited the coming of the loved unknown. He came and saw and conquered; he was all her fancy painted him, and the rosy-footed hours sped swiftly away in his delightful company. He came again, and again, proposed and was accepted, and all went merry as a marriage bell. Christmas Day was fixed for the wedding. But Mr. E. Howard seemed to be pressed with business last week, and failed to come to time one evening. Ai Then Miss Green wrote fijm a tender note, complaining of the neglect of her fiancee, and saying she was “ lonely tonight, love, without you." But another evening passed, and he “came not; oh, he came not, when evening’s shade drew nigh.” Then the devoted Miss Green (very .green) determined to visit her lover’s place /of business, and betook herself to No. 4 West Third street. At the door she met her true love and asked him why this was thus. He said he was in a great hurry; he was just going out to have some deeds recorded, and—“ Ah, by the way, my pet, have you ten dollars? It will just take that amount; and if the deeds are not recorded immediately I shall lose SI,OOO. and I can’t get the monev except by going away down to the bank.” Then the heart of Miss Green was made glad by an opportunity to do him such a tavor, and she promptly handed him the money; after which he lovingly bade her good-by, promising to come again in the evening.

He came. Again the course of true love ran smooth. She told him how happy she was, and what beautiful clothes she was buying for her wedding; I such embroidery, and dimity ruffling and things, and he clasped her" to his heart and called her picked up a costly photograph on which was written “Miss Green,” in her delicate, feminine handwriting. “Ah, my pet,” said he, “this will never do. No more Green; it is Howard now,” and borrowing an elegant pearlhandled penknife from her, he care/ully cut out the fly-leaf upon which was written the same, saying: f ■■ I wih take the album home with me and have your name, ‘ Mrs. Howard.’ handsomely printed in gilt upon it,” and he laid the album aside and thoughtlessly put the knife in his pocket. Finally he arose lo go, and then complained that he had a bad cold; whereupon the fond Miss Green took a valuable shawl and wrapped up the throat of her future hubby to protect it from the harsh breezes while he wended his way to his place erf business at No. 4 West Third street. Then he took the album under his arm, and, borrowing a beautifullybound book with which to spend some of his leisure moments, he went out into the night, and out of the life of the fond and trusting Miss Green forever. Two days passed away, and yesterday came; and still he came not, and again her loving heart was pained with anxious fears, and again she sought the place of business of her beloved. She climbed the stairs to that second floor and sought that room “ A No. 1,” which she fondly hoped contained her loved one. He was not there, and she anxiously inquired for him, and was met with the stunning information that he had “jumped the town” and- was a swindler in a small way. And now Miss Green mourns over blighted hopes, and crushed affections, ana lost faith in humanity, and over the expense of those ruffled and flatted and embroidered wedding things, and wishes

she had back those ten dollar?, r and that book, and that album, and that penknife, and that shawl; but she should be thankful she got ofi so easily, and be wiser and more caqtious in the future, and not answer “Personals” again, even if they are signed “ Honest.”— Cincinnati Times.