Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-03-31

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1.-TWO sooner, there might have been soml ru
tshance. However, | won't quit the hous'
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Simon Thompson was received by the
ladies in the kindest manner, but poor Jon
athan was treated with killing GOODNESS
which made him feel rather queer. Blu
he bravely resolved to bring the matter te
issue; and accordingly, when Nabby lef
the room to attend to some household du.
ties, Jonathan rose and much to the sur
prise Of all, and TO the great annoyance o.
Simon, followed her to another apartment
'Nabby,' said Jonathan, I've been think
ing about taking wife. Mothers got sc
tarnaaion cross that can't live so no long
er-and there no gal in all these parts
that l like half so we'll as do you; and il
you'll have me, don't stand shill y.shally
about it,but say so at once-and don't be.
lieve that you'll ever have cause to repent
it, -.. +.. ......
Nabbv blushed to the eyes-'Mr Brown
she stammered out, after biting her thumb
nails for few moments, q am much oblig-
cd to you for your good opinion; but fear
that it is out of by power TO contribute to
your happiness. | hope you'll find a part
nerm more deserving than poor Nabby Jones
At any rate, you can't marry me, for l.
am already -engagedn
'Wheugh!' whistled Jonathan, sbut there
now, thought so. You are going to mar.
ry that young dandy in tother room. Well
| don't believe he'll make you half so good
a husband as should-but if you like him
better, lll say no moro about it. Nv q
dreadful good mind to lick him though.
Good bye, Nabby.'
eel, SAID Jonathan, as he trudged
slowly along the road which led to the ven.
cradle mansion of Gen. Tompkins, 'the
games up!-but who would believe tha,
such cute and slick gal as Nabby Jones
would throw herself away on that sneakine
puppy, Simon Thompson! Never mind
there's os good fish in the sea as ever was
caught; and tits hard if can't toll one lr
my net AS he made this consoling re.
Election, he found himself standing on the
door steps of Gen. Thompson's house.
Jonathan cast rather suspicious glance
upon the well polished brass knocker, which
had been affixed to the Generals dool
since Nancy's return from Boston. sThat'.
as much as to say quoth he to himself
that no one should enter here withou
knocking ,.-r @
He lifted the knocker and gave thun
dering rap. A little girl came to the door
is your sister Nancy at home, Hannahp
4 don't know for sartin, but I'll see.'
Strange thought Jonathan, that sh
should not know whether her sisters a
home or not.
Nancy? screamed the little girl, on o
Pening the parlor door, in key so lou,
that Jonathan heard every word; 'Mr Jon
athan Brown is at the door, and asks fo
you. Shall l tell him you're at home?'
suppose you. must let the BOBBY in,
answered the accomplished young lady
J wonder what is his business with me-
He's dressed up in his Sunday clothes
and perhaps he's come sparkling
BoobyY, muttered Jonathan to himself
But if ever | get Madam under nv thum
III make her change her tone, guess
Our hero entered the room. The accom-
plished young lady laid down the last ney
} novel, and received him in the most ap
proved and fashionable style. Too mucI
fofmality by halG' thought Jonathan, .bu
never mind, she's pretty ay - .
Our BOBBY was at first o little abashed
J but h "a af he was playing desperate game
he scFewed his courage up to the stickin
point and conversed with as much cas-
, and elegance as could be expected. Name
with true female adroitness, turned the cor
versati9n into channel which she though
would exhibit wonderful Accomplishment,
to the b&st advantage. She talked lon
+ and learnedly Of poetry and music, bt
could scarcely conceal her contempt whe
her lovelorn swain honestly declared thu
his favorite tunes were Wells and Oh
: Hundred, and. that the only poem he ha
ever read in his life wasa 4th of July or,
ton! I, NJ s..,5, ...., .,,.. .-... K.
At length Hannah left the room an
Jonathan with degree of trepidation whic
may easily be conceived, broke the ice:-
Nancy, 'spose you can guess what
came here for this evening. The long an
the short Of thematter is this---mother
growing old and feeble, and isn't quite $
, cute at milking and making butter an
cheese, and doing other odd chores abor
\ the house, as she used to bo, and bav
come to the resolution of getting Marie
before winter sets in. Now, Nancy. I
want a good, smart and handsome wife
Every body says you are plaguy prett
gal, and know you were a real SINAI
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