Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1861-12-28

said to herself so that is your objection to
Squire Jones, is it? I'll see il / can't re.
move it.
III these suspicious were correct, and that
was the reason, no one could look upon that
frank, Intelligent countenance and not feel
that " was OF least a sensible one; the
Widow Aliens opinion to the contrary not.
withs'anding.
The next morning she was confirmed in
her suspicions by call from Mr.. Sedley,
who requested private interview.
Mrs. Allen led The way to the parlor,
and seating herself upon sofa, awaited,
in solemn silence, the errand upon which
she we'll knew he came.
As she conjectured, it was to obtain her
consent to his marriage with her daughter
Jenny
AS she heard it, the widows countcnance
wore as austere and forbddiug an express.
ion as her round aud rosy face could very
we'll assume Knitting her brows, she
gave him what novel writers term "a with
ering look, which, according to TINT au-
thoriiy, ought to have "aunhilated him
Are you aware young man, said the wid.
ow loftily, that my late bu>paud Ieft his
daughter to my sole guardianship, with the
express provision that she was to marry no
one without my approvalY
Certainly, madam, returned Mr. frederic
Sed!ey, with unruffled compO.ure But /
hope 10 obtain that approval.
1on are very preSumptuous, then, let me
toll you, said Mrs. Allen, indignant at what
she deemed bis want of comp ehension: and
the best advice | can give you, is that you
look out for wife somewhere nearer your
own station in life (Mrs. Allen was the
widow of a retired dealer who commences
life as an errand boy for the house in which
he afterwards became partner.
1t cannot be denied but what our hero
looked slightly abashed at this decided re-
buff But determined not to give it up so,
he said, assure you Mrs. Allen, that my
salary, though not large, is amply sufficient
to surround my wife with every comfort,
and there is a fair prospect of its being in
creased | have spoken to your daughter,
and she referred me TO you. | have been
so fortunate as 10 win her affections, and
Affectionsl FiddIestick's end? Interrupt
tel the widow, in tone Of supreme con-
tempt l have the honor to wish you a
very good morning
As Mrs. Allen said this, she arose and
swept out of the room with, us she imagln-
ed, the dignity of dutchess.
What is the matter, Fred2 said Harry
Gray to his friend Sedley, the following
evening, as the latter crushed in his hand,
with ejaculation of impatience, note that
he had just been reading. What on earth
makes you look so blue?
Matter enough, responded Fred, rueful.
ly. This morning the Widow Allen refuS-
cd her consent to my marriage with Jenny,
and now here is note from her ladyship,
politely requesting me TO abstain from vlS
lling AShburne Cottage. The fact is, she
is determined to marry poor Jenny to Squire
JOues, who is old enough to he her father.
She never appeared to have any objection
to my visits until he commenced going there.
| wish in the name of common sense, that
he would take the mother, and leave me
tie daughter.
Very likely he had some choice in the
matter as well as yourself, said Harry, dry
ly, but let US see what this precious missive
says.
According to Shakespeare, the course OF
true love never did run smooth he added
as he ran his eye carelessly over its contents.
As he reached its concluding line, he burst
into laugh. l don't see how you can ask
more than this, he exclaimed; here you
have not only her consent but her command
down in black and white
What do yon mean, Harry, said Fred,
getting up aud looking over his shoulder.
Harry pointed to the signature.
Fred looked at it moment as if puzzled,
aud then he brought his hAnd down heavI.
ly upon The table. I'll do i'll be eXclaim
ed She Shan't complain Of me upou that
score.
| We will explain the meaning of these
words anon, Or rather let the story explain
| itself.
! Dear me! said the Widow Allen, the
next day, as she looked out of the window,
if there isn't Squire Jones coming up the
lane ] shouldn't wonder if he was coming
here. Where is Jenny? Kitty, she said,
addressing the maid servant, do you know
where Miss Jenny is?
She is gone out TO take walk, num-
She told me if you inquired for her to tell
you that she'd be back in the course of an
hour
By this time Squire Jones was at the
door. The widow received him with her
sweetest smiles, aud, when she chose, she
could smile so very sweelly.
Squire Jones looked rather nonpluSsed
when he found that Jenny was out for it
had happened lumber of times of late,
but finally concluded to accept Mrs Al
lens invitation to take seat, aud wait tor
her return.
Squire Jones could not have been far
from fifty, but his simple aud temperate
hahilS together with naturally cheerful
aud placid disposition, made him look con'
siderably younger. lie was not, it is true
exactly the beau ideal of a young girP'
hearN; still, he was fine, porlly looking
man, and the Widow Allen evidently tho'I
so.
And as the Squire leaned back 10 the ca
sy chair that the widow had placed for him