Amador weekly ledger., 1858-07-03


ever, to be upsides with him for all that The
old gentleman had hardly been home week
when package arrived from New York, du.
y addressed to his wife, which upon being
opened, disclosed very handsome silver tea
service, with an accompanying letter, beg
gng her acceptance of the same, as a mark
oI respect and distinguished consideration for
important and disinterested services rendered
to sundry firms, whose names were attached,
headed, of course, by the respected and res
pectable house of Wolfe, Waterhouse & Co.
Things went on SO for two yeras, perhaps,
letter passing between the parties about
once month, and John Wolfe and the young
widow almost began courting by letter, with
out either one having yet seen the other.
At last, one warm July, business being
somewhat slack, John Wolfe took q trip to
the White Mountains for week or two, and
while there became acquainted, as travelling
bachelors often WILL with party of five
young foks-threc ladies and two gentle
men,
The two eldest couples were men and wives
not very long time past the honeymoon;
the third lady was called Cousin Jane, and,
like many other cousins we can all remember
was about one of the livelest, most piquant
little creatures you ever saw. Dark, spark
ling eyes, that seemed to dance and laugh
all the time, above the most blooming cheeks,
the darling little nose, and sweetest mouth,
and roundest chin, that ever belonged to be-
witching woman.
John was quite smtten; he danced with
her at the evening ball; he rode with her up
the steep mountain paths; be went fishing for
brook trout, and nothing delighted him more
than, when they came to deeper pool or
more rugged path than common, to lift the
little thing in his great brawny arms, and
carry her like child
For three days and nights, John Wolfe
was in paradise; on the fourth morning he
woke up and found his happiness gone; a let
ter had been left on his dressing table, start
ing that the Pinkertons-the name of his
new frends-had been obliged to depart by
the stage, at an early hour in the morning,
having received news Of sudden illness in
their family; should be most happy to renew
acquaintance at future day, &c.
Our friend John had great mind to start
of at once for New York, perfectly disgust
ed with the whole world; but as one of his
purposes in coming east was to pay long
promised and often desired visit to the young
widows family in Vermont, he felt rather
ashamed to back oat of his determination,
although it must be confessed he had lost, all
of sudden, the long cherished wish to make
her personal acquaintance for certain Jane
Pnkerton, as he called her, had played the
very dickens with the Platonic affection he
had secretly nourished for the last two years.
al declare, Dick" said my friend Cynic,
"your story is getting to be rather a long
winded affair; have got to the end of my
third cigar, and you have hardly commenced
the story"
"Wcll" said |, if you will only have pa
tience a little longer you will find that have
nearly got to the end of it."
John Wolfe was received with high graft
fcation by the old lawyer and his wife, when
he presented himself at their house. If he
had been the President himself they could
scarcely have been prouder to receive him as
guest than they were to welcome John
Wolfe. Their daughter, however, was alb.
sent when he arrived, but message was
sent off to her by the old lady, and it was
not long before she made her appearance
You may guess the surprise Of our friend
John when the young widow arrived, for
there stood, welcoming him, with her dancing
eyes, and beaming smile, no other than his
fairy friend of the White Mountains Jane
Pnkerton, as he had called her, because she
was with her friends, the Pinkertons; and
she, the laughing puss although she knew by
his name well enough wLo he was had never
revealed herself to him as his loving cores
pondent, Jane Willoughby. The women ma
turalIy love q little mystery and intrigue, and
so she kept her own secret, in order to have
the pleasure Of surprising him when he should
visit her fathers house according to promise.
John Wolfe was happy man that even
ing, as he sat at tea, where the handsome
silver service was duly displayed in his hon
or; and the young widow was as happy as he
was, guess, and the father and mother were
running over with gratided pride as they did
the honors of their humble home to the
Young New York merchant, who had shown
himself such true gentleman in all their in
tercourse with him.
A delightful evening was passed by all
parties, and when John Wolfe was ushered
by the old lady to the state bedroom, and
had lain himself between the whitest pair Of
sheets that were ever bleached on the Yer
mont SHOWS, he was so full of pleasant fan
ces and joyous hopes that he could not go
to sleep for hours. However, towards morn
ing, he dozed oif;and, as 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 al
his sde joking and joyng together, lifting