Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1845-01-10
VOL. xxx, NO. 9.--wHoLE NO. 1895.

have made sonnets to my eyebrows, if he had the
gift of verse sometimes he would have stabbed
me to the heart, ifhe had had dagger sometimes ,
was his adorable Lucy Ashton; then his tantaiz.
ing Miss Poggs then his hated Betsy whereas,
all the time, was nothing but the sefsame anony-'
nous but fascinating creature, who, under all these
names, and in spite of all these variations in his
huinor loved him very truly, and has doubt what
ever of being his wife,
You! it would be safer to marry an incarnate
dernonp
'Ah, safer perhaps; but not so respectable!-
Come, do sit down; what's the use of ceremony a.
moug friends and neighbors? Has your father
consented to the matchr
do you think asked him p
why notP you don't like Gretna Green better,
do youP
sBy no means-my intentions are chanped'
But you forget that am neither Betsy Juffies
nor Miss Poggs; | am nothing but Lucy Ashton
/ wish you had never been anything ese,
sad beginning to soften; for who could resist such
a voice and such eyes?
'Well, | tell you am not changed-will that
not satisfy you? Imagine that all that has passed
since we parted here is a dream; that Verbenna
Lodge has no existence; and that Mr.. Dobble is an
ass Won't you sit down beside me, Edgar"
l threw myself upon the turf, and she went on.
Il grant have been little capricious, Edgar
but there were reasons for it, believe me-
what reason could there be for all these mys-
teries !"
'Why, in the first place. it was very amusing;
in the next place. it was romantic in the next
place, wanted 10 try you if your love was really
sincere.
'And you found it wanting said in tone Of
selfreproach
Not bit,' she replied, with look that showed
she knew my heart great deal better than | did
myself
At this moment believe your affection for me
rises triumphant above the horrors of Betsy Jufles
or Miss Poggs and so I.think shall reward you
at last with an open explanation of who am
No, dearest Lucy Ashtonr l said, taking her
hand, not before swear that it is yourself only
care for-that love you more than words can tell
Then you'll marry the gal of course said
voice; and at the same moment the head of old
Mr.. Jeeks was popped round from the other sideof
the tree | sprang to my feet in a moment and
beside Mr.. Jeeks, scarcely able to restrain his
laughter, stood my father.
MATTERS have certainly gone too far, ne said, in
: his usual grave sombre tones, for either party to
recede.
{ Nobody wants it, I'm sure, replied old Jeeks.
'And have no wish of the kind returned my
, father.
'Then, if the young ones are agreed, do mt
what there is TO forbid the bans" remarked Mr..
, Jeeks.
, 'The sooner the BETTER returned the other
WHILE in state of intense wonder, looked at the
t speakers.
t. 'What is the meaning of all this p | asked Luz
cy Ashton, who had returned very seduously to her
knitting.
'The truth is this, Henry said my father; my
friend and relative, Mr.. Jeeks, having lost his only
r son has determined on making his eldest daughter
$ Harriet the young lady before YOU the he:ress Of
!, his house. By marrying her to you, the object of
his ambiton--the reunion, namely, of the divided
portions of our ancestral estate-is gained and as
n it appears you have no personal objection 10 the
fair Harriet herself, don't see why the addition Of
. the Raylegh manors should make FER disagreed
: be.'
A month settled everything to the Satisfaction Of
all parties Mr. Jeeks has settled himself in Lon
j don; my father resides in Hartley Mead and eve
ry day my wife and go over to the progress OF
G the alterations and improvements are making in
the old house, which we are restoring to its origin
al grandeur under the superintendent of Mr.. Bar
lrv