The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1859-03-24
as white as lady's, he said with glowing
blush on his honest face:


blush on his honest face:
"Lins, want you TO give Il to mel"
"Give you my hand, John Why what
in the world could you do with IT." asked
she, feigning not to understand him.
81 mean. Lima, will you be my wifel Do
you like me well enoughl"
"Why, John, never SO much as thought
about you I"
"But will you try to think about me! o.
Lima, think of you night and day, and get
no peace for thinking Of you !"
LiAa laughed merrily, and tried to pull
away her hund ; but John held it fast all the
time, and would not let it 60 until she ar
bwered him.
"I doh't want to be married, john" said
she, half bettishly;"a "and besides, know your
mother Is CROSS, and does not like me. She
thinks that fright, Libble Frost; would suit
you better"
"But do not think so, Lima; and SO, what
does it matter! You would soon get round
my mother for she is real good. She
scarcely knows you:"
eyes, she does, and she always looks at
me as if she were jealous about you,-and
I'm sure she needn't be-"
Don't say that, Lima, don't. I'd rather
she was ever so jealous than that you should
not care for me. Do you care for me, Line,
darling"
"Just little bit; about as much as that"
and the rural coquette measured off the first
joint Of her little finger as the amount of
her affection for the ardent young mason.
"It's beginning, Lima. 1t will be the
whole hand soon;" and John looked no,
dissatisfied.
"Don't be over sure, John. Didn't tell
you I'd no thoughts OF marrying yet! O,irs
dull, ever so dull to get married, when one,
sodng !' end the lively maiden lifted up her
honds in horrifed depreciation of such q
weariful fate. Johns countenance fell.
"But not II you liked me. Lina!" insinu
atea he, ittipfisoning the little hand again
"don't b. unkind."
I'll don't like you much, John you know
you ere over old for me; do believe you're
thirty at least I"
"Noy, Lina, I'm not so old as that neither
I'm only eight. t.ahd-twenty," replied John
earnestly.
"And I'm eighteen-there's ten years be
tween us. No, no, John; you're too old
you re too old !" and Mistress Lima shool
hrr haaa, and looked seriously bewildefih
out Of her blue eyes.
- always knew you were famous scho
ar. t.:aa, but did not think you'd learu
cpierng either :" said John, with feigne
surprise. "a clever little wife like 20
wodld Sc the making of me, you would, in
deed. Why it l ever get to be master
builder, you could help me with the books.
II hafe books, and hate summing wore
than nythipg > retorted The perverse dam
sell pouting.
John looked down at her half grieved On
half admiring. She looked pret:ier ,ha
ever when she was rebellous. "Now, Lint
that's just to plague me-" said he; "as if
; ere not bad enough without. Just give m
; one smile before | 60 o-here's yoar fatht
coming" -.
"Lo, John, how still you are Well, f.
going to Bartng1as feast on Thursday, an
you may 60 with me it, you likc-does tn,
please !'' John showed by his face that
did, and then as Lina's father rceled aroun
the hedge he departed for old Fernie w
, q quarrelsome in his cups WITH itiehd an
D foe, but especially with friend;