The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1861-01-23
The Lucky Prediction.
nY CAROLINE T., PRESTON.

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which Annie was not slow to return. 30
far everything seemed prosperous and plain
selling, but-ny dear reader, did you ever
know more detestable conjunction than
that 'but,' Well, the but in this particular
case was the Widow Grafton, who sustained
the maternal relation to Annie, had very
decided objection to John ss son in.law.-
Not that she disliked the young man. She
admitted that he was steady, good looking,
had an amiable Disposition, and all that-but
he was poor. He had learned the trade Of 9
csrPenter, Ind though he mede fair wages
had thus far been called upon to support two
sisters, both of whom are now married, and
off his hands, and consequently he had not
been able to lay up more thaR a couple oil
hundred dollars or so.
Mrs. Grafton, on the contrary, was the
owner of q valuable farm, and some money
in bank, altogether no less than two thou
sand dollars. This in country:town, enti-
tied her to one of, the foremost places among
the village aristocracy, and as Annie was
her only daughter, and would inherit ell her
property eventually, she felt that it would
be decided meSsalionce for her to marry a ny
other than rich man, or, if not rich, mem.
Der of one Of the learned profession.
So when John Wyman veDtured to broach
the subject to aer, she said not unkindIy,
but very firmly, mo. Mr.. Wyman, cannot
give my consent
'Have you heard anything against my
chara cterr asked John in tone of disap
pointment.
'Ncthing at all,' ssid Mrs. Grafton; Il
believe you to bs q very correct and estima.
BILE young man, but A1nie 10 entitled to look
higher
That is what Ms. Grafton said in sub.
stance in response to every appeal the young
man made, and he WINS finally obliged to re
tire in despair.
But where mans wisdom fails, womun's
wit often steps in and avais much.
When Annie heard from her lover the re.
port of the conference, she leaned her head
ON her dimpled hand, and said with cheer.
full smile!
'We won't give up
'What! do you really think you can bring
your mother .round?' snid John eagerly.
'Ehsvs strong ,hopes.s i kpow my mother
better than you do, John, can devise some
way or other to manage her. don't exactly
see yet, I'll set NV mind to thinking, and
guess something or other will turn up
'But if there shouldn't Annie, do you
think it right that that should separate US!
Won't you promise to be mine at any rate,
'No, John, won't promise to do that
| shouldn't want to leave my mother alone.
'Then I'm afraid, said John despondinsly
chat there is MO hope for u.s.
'Fie, John, do you mstrust my power,
said Annie, shaking her hand at him. III
that's the case, I've great mind to say thu,
l won't marry you even if mother does con.
sent.'
Anything but that, Annie; but you know
when your mother once makes up her mind
about anything, she isn't apt to give it up
very easily
Il know that my mother has some strong
points OF character, and it is upon one o
those that rely for success. | won't tell
anything about it just yet. but III let yor
know before it comes off,
With this agreement they both aeparatet
John not knowing whether to hope or de-
spond, but he felt that if ever Annie became
his wife. it must be the result of her strata
gem.
1t was perhaps week before the conver:
sa,ion detailed above. Annie had taken he
mothers decision quite calmly, much to tn
ladys satisfaction, for she loved her daughte
end would have panied to see her grieve.
u This particular morning, Annie was unac
. countably careless. She managed to bre'
: pane OF glass in the sitting room, wthor
the slightest apparent necessity for so doing
AS it was a cold day in November. end thi
' was the room in which they usually sat,
y was a matter that must be remedied at onci
There, we shall have to send for Mr. wy
= man to come up and put in new pane sal
her mother.
Il have got an errand down in the villag'
said Annie demurely; i will call and te
him to come up
'You had better do so,' said her mothe
iand tell him to make haste. Ugh! we sha
catch our death of cold, if it isn't put in
once,'
'Yes, MOTHER said Annie.
n 4 declare, I don't see how you came to
it, child,' continued her mother.
9 i suppose must have been very careles
r said Annie, patiently.
{. well, what's done, can't be undone. al
10 suppose we must expect such things
!. happen once 10 a while
ID Meanwhile Annie was putting on her boI
!. net and shawl, and at once bent her steps
= John Wyman's shop.
!. He was planning board when che entere
r. He looked up with an air of glad surprise
Annie explained her errand, and libewil
ar added few words the purport Of which o.
- readers will learn in due time.
In about twenty minutes, Mrs. Cratic
saw John Wyman advancing up the gravelt
4 walk that led to the door.
!, .Your daughter left word.' said he, 'th