The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1858-01-29

|, humble home to the young New Yorl
merchant, who had shown himself such
true gentleman in all their intercours
with him. -
A delightful evening W. passed by al
parties, and when John Wolfe was usher
ed by the old lady to the state bed.room
and had lain himself between the whites
pair Of sheets that were ever blcachcd OF
the Vermont SHOWS he was 90 full o
pleasant fancics and joyous hopes that ht
could not go to sleep for hours. Howev
er, toward morning he doaed of; and, a
will happen at such times, his day dreams
turned themselves into night dreams, and
he found himself again travelling up the
rugged paths Of the White Mountains
with laughing Jane Pinkerton at hisside
joying together, lifting her sometimes
over some rough obstacle in the path
and then again fairly carrying her across
some big drift Of snow which the summer
sun had not been able to penetrate near
enough to melt 1t up; and 50 on and on
until wcaried out, they stood to gaze up.
on the magnificent prospect below and
around them. Suddenly, John thought
he was on his knees before her, pouring
out torrent Of passionate words, declar-
ing that life and hope and happiness
dwelt only with her, &c. d. when, before
he could get an answer, or know whether
the dear girl smiled or frowned, behold
he woke up. He was drcadnlly morti-
fed at FIRST but presently recollecting
where he was, and seeing it was broad
daylight, he jumps out Of bed, makes his
morning ablutions, and dresses himself in
great haste, determined to wait no longer
for an answer than it would take him to
find the I, object of his dream. Down
stairs he goes and into the parlor; she is
not there-looks into the garden, but
does not see her, when suddenly bethink-
ing such notable little dame might bc a
good housewife, he starts for the kitchen.
There, forsooth, he finds her, singing like
a bird, elbow deep in the bread.trough,
kncading away for dear life. Johns
heavy tread betrayed the intruder, and
she looked up.
DO you want to know how to make
johnny-cake, Mr.. Wolfef she exclaimed,
mcrrily.
NO said John, rather seriously, for,
like man Of deep and earnest feelings
as he was he felt that he approached a
crisis in his life; mo, do not-my john.
ny-cake is mixed already only want
to know whether can get it.
The widow did not know what to make
Of It. 'Well,' said she, do not know
any reason why you should not
That replied John, is what / want to
find out; and as you know, my dear
friend, that two heads are better than one,
| have come to consult you about it.
So, to make the matter plain to her,
he related his dream to its termination.
And now, Jane said he, 4 am here
for an answer. Will you DO my johnny
cakei Yes or no = .n- r
Jane had held her head down while he
spoke, blushing celestial rosy red-as is
quite proper, l believe, on such occasions.
But James was an earnest nature, like
wise, and all trihing and fun had vanish
cd, when looking up to him, her bright
eyes brimming full Of joyous tean, she
gave him just one Of the sweetest kisses
he ever had in his life.
For ever and everr she cried; for
ever and ever, John, if you will have
me- u... ...... ......
Just at tho instant the old lady mother
stepped into the kitchen, and brought
them both to their senses by eIclaiming
why, Janc!'
' 'Oh, mother, mother said Jane, ! am
SO happy and she left John to embrace
her mother. He has asked mo to be
his wife; mother, give me joy-I am to
bo John Wolfe's wife,
There were jolly times, you may be
sure, in the old lawyers house that week,
and when John Wolfe carried of his lit
tle wife to New York, there was tho mer.
riest wcdding-party in that village that
ever drove dull care out Of doors.
Well said my friend Cynic, when l
paused, now with all your yarn, you have
never said one word about her being rich.
| should rather think the old lawyer, her
father, must have been rather poor; how
could hs daughter DO rich, and folks do
say that John Wolfe married rich
wife r 2 H"ri"'- ..i -iH''. .'-'
Folks say great many things some
times, that they do not know anything
about said I. John Wolfes wife was
not worth ten dollars in money, when he
married her; but It 20 happened that
very soon after her marriage, an aunt Of
here in Boston, died suddcnly, and .
Jane had always been fsvorite Of hers
/ .| .