Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1856-03-28

SeI aWdy-yOdll ii not get cent Dy her.
Il know it sir, and l do not wish it; :" re.
piled our hero, with spirit. II marry hel
for herself not for her money"
Every well, sir" said Mr.. Moore; and
turning left the room.
"Ah! ha my lad, in love with Madame
LavelrS queen, the little millinerer;" said
young Tom Moore, addressing George as
the former came rushing into his fathers
store one afternoon soon after Georges con.
versation with Mr.. Moore-Ah, ha in love,
ehp
"Well, YES, suppose 1 might as well
own up first as last" said George with a
smile
"of course you might. Well man whats
her dower?"
"Youth, beauty, and youthful contented
mind is her dowery, and that's enough for
me-"
Enough that'll support you, ehr said
young Moore, provokingly.
"No, but will make me happy" said
George.
"Happiness and poverty are two exact
opposites, in my opinion" replied Tom, and
such as you will find hard work to recon
cile to each other"
"I'll try it" said George.
,Well, do, if you please" replied Tom,
snceringly, land by and by report progress.
l fancy that girl myself bnt Pm sure can't
afford to marry 6eggar. A wife without
money is poor prize, in my estimation"
"Jenny is no beggar," was on Georges
lips in reply; but ere he had time to speak
he was summoned to attend to customer.
'Jenny will show them her value yet"
said low, musical voice behind him, and
turning, he saw Jenny, who had glided in
noiseleSs to bring him an invitation to a
party which she had Just received for him,
holding another also in her hand on which
her own name was distinctly written.
She had unintentionally heard young
Tom Moore's last remark, and well under
stood its meaning, much better in fact, than
George understood the hidden meaning of
hers when she said with unused emphasis,
'Jcnny will show them her value yet
But few days elapsed ere the story got
around that George had been offered the
hand of the rich Mr.. Moore's daughter, in
marriage, and had declined it for that of
Jenny Irving. ...s.t.
Some wonder at his choice, while others
considered it one of true love, and conse-
quently of true wisdom.
Time wore away and year brought
around the day fixed for George and Jenny's
wedding.
One evening, but few days previous to
the time appointed, they were conversing
together at Jenny's aunts, where she board
1--WE shall be obliged to have a plain
wedding 1 suppose, dear," said George, "and
commence life in a snug way, for my income
is not very large you know"
"AS you please George" was the reply;
"any way that is the most agreeable to you
and in which we can live the happiest-
But" said she, with light, ringing laugh,
''are you not going to take me to the church
in your carriagep
"In carriage, perhaps" said George,
"though probably not in n1y carriage, as l
have not yet the pleasure of owning one"
"Just so" said Jenny, swell, then, suppose
l send mine after you"
"Yours that aCould be a joke, for mil
liner girl, hardly out of her apprenticeship,
to set up carriage of her own and send it
off after her intended, on the morning of her
'Stranger things have happenedr' ~
ayes, maybe but the thing does not seem
possible or at least probable in our case
You was not born to fortune Jenny"
'IndecdI' replied Jenny, "your remarks
are not calculated to give me a very exalted
opinion in life; but will forgive my future
husband this time, as he has not vet very
closely investigated my personal history
Of one thing l am certain, however, and
hat affords me no little qualification; you
lid not marry me for my money, little beg
gar as | am, at least, as Mr.. Tom Moore |
saw fit to designate me-"
Nothing more was said about fortunes
hen, but George had a sudden surprise in
itore for him; something startling and as I'M
expected as any event that could happen to
Inv mortal
On his bridal morning, as he was dressing
It his boarding house, an elegant carriage
With span of milk-white horses stopped |
,efore the door, and the driver, springing
rom his seat, rang the door bell and enquir-
d for Mr.. George Lenox.
"What does this mean,", was Georges
irst thought. a engaged carriage, but
lot near so elegant one as this. There's
wrong here"
"You'ye made some mistake in the name,
aid he to the driver.
81 think not, sir" replied the driver.
"Then who sent you here9" enquired
Ieorge.
"Miss Jenny Irving"
"Miss Jenny! Impossible"
ayes, sir, that's her name, and this is her
arriage and horses"
"Jenny Irving" said George to himself
and striving to unravel tho mys-
cry. "What street does she live onl"
"Rand ST., No. 80, sir"
"The same. All, dear girl" thought he,
she is trying to mystify me little by send
lg round carriage at her own expense; for i
0 doubt she pays for it out of her own hard
arnings. Well, l will crafty her and take ]
ride down to her aunt's, in her carriage I
5 the driver calls it. 1t is hers, suppose, !
hile she hires it.
So in Jumped our hero and was soon at {