Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1860-06-02

ton. Pausing beneath the wide spreading
branches OF tree, took from my pock-
ct small mirror and scanned my person
carefully. No, it was impossible that any
person could recognize 10 the sun-browned,
clean shaved face there presented, the pale
bewhlSkered fellow, who wore the gay exteri-
or Of man Of fashion at Newport, some
three months previous. But bark to that
refrain, as it floats out upon the ambient
DIR; its shrl distinctness tells of its negro
origin, and as | walked silently forward I
glanced about for the singer
oh my lub is like the red red, rose,
Dat blossoms in the month OBJ June
I'm blest If Sambo hardly knows,
Which am de sweetest, Sal, or Coon.
Yah, Yah, Yah, hi nigger ?
There he was sitting on the back of
horse, who stood knee deep in u running
brook slipping slowly from its pelucid wa
ters, the same fellow who had driven Ida
out while 1 was asking consent Of her Fa-
ther
Hillo jim, nice song that, give US anoth-
er verse
Whose voice is dat, cried Jim, turning
his face toward the road, gOlly | knows dat
voice, but no, Use certainly 'staken dis
time
No you are not, answered jumping over
the fence and going close up to him. Jim
looked at me from head to foot his eyes
expanding more and more, until they threat
ened to burst from their sockets then his
enormous mouth opened in laugh which
frightened the birds from their nests.
% golly, here's go. knows what's
what | does. o goly, o, o.
, When Jim's cachnations had subsided
, we sat down on the grass and entered into
conversation, which combined with a few
pieces of silver, made him my firm friend
and ally Leading bis horse by the bride,
, Jim led the way to the mansion of his mas
: ter, Mr.. Mark Somerville, executing as be
i went some of the most astonishing double
c shufles ever offered to my notice,
5 1t was perhaps ten o'clock A NJ when
y we arrived in front Of the house, and rec
/. ognized Mr. Somerville upon the piazza,
:, bis head resting against the back of well
:. stuffed chair while volumes Of smoke from
d a prodgous macrschaum cnveloped his per
b son in a cloud.
e Jem walked up the steps while follow
ed after, and hat in hand awaited his intro
Q duction which was given in this wise
= Mass Somerville, here am stranger a
d am prime shot, / found him out in tht
k field and so brot um to YOU
It As he rose to meet me l presented m,
t card, which bore the name of G.. Heaton
= and as | did so the old gentleman said
g Happy to meet true sportsman an
!. time aud while he extended his hand, he
b glanced at the card.
g 'Heaton, Heaton, muttered he, why tha
J. was the name of the fellow that wanted t
p marry Ida,' then looking keenly at me b
is added, got any relations in New Yorl
e young man any lawyer for brother o
J. cousin p
have not am sorry to say, answered
d l gravely, my kindred are all dead.
'e Aye, well, we must all die sometime
e walk in, walk in, and after dinner we will
y test your skill in wood craft
st He conducted me into his library, order
y ed wine and refreshments, placed box G
Il cigars before me, and then began relatio
S, of his hunting exploits, which lasted unit
y one o'clock, when the bell rang for dinner
The table was laid for four, and as W
K awaited the other two l could hear m
er heart humping like a trip-hammer, for
= hoped yet feared to meet Ida. In n me
d. ment gentleman entered, tall, cadeveror
lie aud clerical A methodist parson though
s. l. Again some one entered, raised my eye
e, as Mr.. Somervile named his daughter, an
'g Ida more beautiful than ever stood befor
ne me. | think | preserved an outward cain
er ness, but heavens how louged to fold he
ID in my arms. She knew me, l saw he
L start, while her face grew red and pale b
%. turns. but her voice was steady as she r
'd turned the compliments Of the day. M
Somerville was in high spirits, he joked, I'll
he parson threw orange pealing at Ida al
d, wound up by leading her of into the m
In sic room, where he made her play ever.
ne thing he could think of, and finally telln
~ her to take good care Of the priest uni
ms evening, he marched me off into the wood
nd But as went, l resembled Lots wife, f
I'D | looked back with feelings of envy towa
the parson, who would have the pla
which l so longed to fill. If | say ga
l unqualified satisfaction that afternoon,
ISL shall only be doing myself justice. II
ies squire was overioYed at having me for
guest, aud laid out hunting, fishing, al
horse racing enough to last until winter s
au in. When wearied we returned 10 u
'ut house. We found Ida and her clTic
on' friend awaiting tea for us, and her faith
me did little else beside extol my skill durlr
as its discussion. saw ia the dark eyes
nd Ida, that was still beloved, and when h
worthy progentor expressed his peasu
gh at having found so agreeable and skillful
ian ally in his sports, her gravity was near b
ing upset. l laughed for more reasons th'
ak one, although my host supposed it was,
e" his own lively sallies
'ne Seated in the drawing room, Mr.. Som
m asS vile soon became sleepy, his head sa
ere lower and lower upon his breast aud an q
ino dibe snore told that he was in the land
'et- dreams. Mr.. Mason complained of bel
oy' too warm and walked out upon the piazi
a'' Ida sat upon the sofa. We were as good
alone, perhaps it was not long before l v
beside her. We did not tell much exc
a with our eyes, for Mr.. Somervlle mis-
ar. awake at any moment. The next morn
she the parson departed. My host had SO
left business with gentleman in the libra
ow Ida was to entertain me in the music roc