Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-07-08

in veal or woe-in storm or in sunshine
your most devoted friend and admirer.
Frank concluded his speech with
kind of ~oratorical flourish, which he hop
ed would produce a favorable effect, anl
do his business effectually. But he reck
oned without his host. For once reveal
ing his name, his charmer blushed to The
eyebrows-gave the lovelorn swain a mis-
chievous arch look !. which he knew moi
how to interpret-smiled, and after vain
" e~ndeavoring to suppress her disability
burst out into a laugh-a merry, musical
ringing laugh.
Poor Frank was quite abashed. The
explosion Of a privateer's magazine be.
meath his feet. could not have electrified
him more. He was quite serious himself
and was not prepared for a joke. He al.
most felt nettled at the idea of being
made the sport of a pretty, mischievous
girl. His pride took the alarm-and he
muttered something which sounded amaz-
ilgly like a remonstrance.
Excuse me, sir, | beg of you." said
the merry hearted nymph. Nothing
was further from my thoughts than to
hurt your feelings, but it is so very drolll
Ha, ha, ha r and again she INDUCED in a
peal Of musical laughter.
If a man had treated him with so little
respect, Frank would have foored him
without ceremony. But the case was diff
@ferent, and the susceptible youth, could
only look foolish and cross. In a pet, he
wished her afar of-in the mermaid's
ave near Riding Rocks. The next mo-
.ment he could not help wishing that she
was there with no one but himself for a
companion. Even her laughter, directed
as he shrewdly suspected at himself, in.
creased the power Of her charms-and it
is difficult to conjecture what would have
been the consequence Of these conflicting
emotions on his part, if the driver had
not stopped his horses, jumped from his
seat. and called out, we have reached
Konigston, sir. and this is the sign Of the
mdianBcli1
Frank was thunderstrnck at this III
timed announcement. He refused to
leave the coach until she was safely de.
posted with her friends. She insisted
however, on his leaving immediately
" We shall see each other again." said
she, in a tone which he could not resist.
But your name I am not even aware
of your name Where can | find you ?
Who are your friends or relations in this
village 2"
Twilight had already shed a thicken-
ing veil around, yet Frank could detect
a mischievous smile playing across her
features, as she replied: MY name is
Jemima jenkins, and I an on a visit to
my aunt, the widow Jenkins, just round
the corner. Anybody will tell you where
she livesl"
The coach drove ON and Frank follow
ed 1t with his eyes, until it was lost in
the distance.
"Jemima Jenkinsl" s~oliloquised Frank,
as ne slowly assembled the steps of the
hotel. 1.-The name is not a romantic one
but as a celebrated salt water poet
once said, what's in a name ?-Jemima
Roscoe that sounds better, and Jemima
Roscoe it shall bel | don't think my
case altogether desperate, no~twithstand.
ing she seems disposed to ridicuIe my pas.
sion-when a girl thinks her lover conse-
quence enough to laugh at him, she is in
a fair way to crown his wishes"
Frank entered the hotel-and notwith-
standing the stirring events of the day,
ate a hearty supper land retired to bed.
He dreamed all night about Jemima Jen-
kins.
He rose early next morning, and pro
ceeded to the stable to make inquiries of
the hostler, about the widow jenkins, and
the house where she lived. But that gen.
tleman much to his amazement, declared
that no family or person by the name of
jenkins, lived in Konigston, and as to the
fact that she lived just round the corner,
that could not be, inasmuch there was no
corner in the n~eighborhood, the only
street or road, through the village, run
ming straight for half a mile, and the
landlord confirmed the story which he
heard from the hostler.
Frank was puzzled. Who then was Je.
NINA Jenkins?-was she myth or a shade?
Was his adventure with her in the stage
coach a passing dream p
Frank ate his breakfast and pondered
But he was a man not easily discouraged
by obstacles-and he resolved to leave
no means untried to find his charming
Jemima. She must be in the village, and
residing with her aunt. Perhaps the
name of her aunt was Atkins, Hopkins,
Wilkins, Hawkins, or some other Of a
similar termination. On this point the
landlord could not enlighten him-and
he was about to sallie out with all the
zeal of a Don Quixotte, and attempt to
discover the abode Of the bewitching
maiden who had captivated his heart,
when a respectable looking gentleman Of
the old school passed along the street,
whom the landlord asked..if the Col. had
not a daughter whose name was Emily.
" Certainly" replied the landlord
: and a fine girl she is too. She is now
finishing her education at the Young La.
dies Seminary, in Lensburg, and Is ex.
pected home in the course of a few
days."
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