Mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado Co., Cal.) 1854-1860, 1860-07-07
A wEsTCHEsTER ROMANCE.

1t is not often that truth runs SO very much
like romance as in the tale we are about to
tell. We trust our friend John Brougham
will not consider us impcrtinent il we suggest
it TO him aS an excellent plot for his next dra-
ma. About eight months ago, young farmer
aged about twcnty-thrcc, was sent by his
father ngcd iifty-ninc, and his mother, aged
tiftyonc, to hire n servant ut the cmigrant
depot. lie was to be sure. they said, to Sc.
lcct either n North-of ireland or an English
girl. On his arrival at Castle Garden he saw
lively lass of about eighteen, who seemed to
he all alone in the wide world. lie asked
her if size was engaged. She looked at him
with both eyes. lie then varied the question
by saying, My mother and father, who live
about ten miles from New York, want a SER
want"
WHAT'S your fathcr!" inquired the damsSl.
"a farmer, and good man."
After one gaze at his honest, open countcn-
ancc, she said, "Iwill go. have just arrived
here, and have not friend in America"
In an hour she was duly installed in the
, comfortable farmhouse of Mr.. c.. The
English girl soon ingratated herself with the
old folks, hy whom She was treated as one of
the family, which consisted of themselves and
their son. The English damSel grew prcttier
! and prctticr in the eyes Of tho young farmer,
every day developing some new charm. One
day he caught her reading book. II was
towpcr. Delightful! coincidence! 1t was his
tavortr poet. This was the last feather on
the ramclS back. His heart fairly cavcd in,
and he told her he loved her She bluShcd
and said he ought not to think Of such thing.
lie replied, he could think of nothing else.
The next day, over a pail Of new milk, they
cNrkangcd vows of eternal fidelity. When he
told his parents, they said they were sorry,
but he was good buy, and they thought she
would make a good wife, so they agreed TO
the match. In u short time they were mar
rlcd. This is romantic enough, but now comes
the most romantic incident of all.
One morning last week, the old man said,
at the breakfast table, that he was going to
York, to engage n farm laborcr. In the after.
noon he returned, with very decent looking,
respectable, gray-hcadcd Britishcr, who had
arrived only three days before. The son liked
the appearance Of the man, and he was set to
work, While the old farmer aud his son
were looking ut him the former said, "You
had better tell Jacyntha TO get the room over
the loft fitted up"
"Jacyntha, said the old Englishman, with
deep drawn sigh, "that is name very dear
to me. 1t was the name of my daughter, but
she ran away about year ago, and never
knew what became of her"
They took no notice Of the remark, but
went into the house. The young farmers
wife, when she heard that the new laborcr was
an EngliShman. said
Poor man! send him in to get some re.
frcshment; perhaps he's hungry, and if he's
an EngliShman, know he'll relish glass Of
ale"
kind-hcarted lass" said the old farmer
you're more fitted to be Queen of England
than Yankee farmers wife. I'll 60 and send
tho poor EnsliShman for his alc By-the.by, i"
he resumed, "hc had daughter named ia
cynthia, who ran away from him year ago.
You're not the lass, ehg" said he, chucking
her under the chin. "But I'll send him in
for his ale."
In few minutes the old farmer returned,
and we know what our readers expect. So,
when the fair Jacyntha saw the old man she
uttered no piercing shrek, for it was not her
father-in point OF fact, they were entire
strangers to each other. " J. Paper.