The weekly Butte record., 1863-01-10
A Westchester Romance.

1t is not often that truth runs so very much
ike romance as in the tale we are about to tell.
We trust that our friend John Brougbam will
not consider US impertinent if We suggest it to
him as an excellent plot for bis next drama.
About eight months ago, young farmer aged
about twenty-three, was sent by his father,
aged fifty nine, and his mother, aged ffty-one,
to hire servant at the emigrant depot He
was, to be sure, they said to select either a
North of Ireland or an English girl. On his
arrival at Castle Garden he saw lively lass
of about eighteen, who seemed to be all alone
in the wide world. He asked her if she was
engaged She looked at him with both eyes.
He then varied the question by saying, My
mother and father, who live about ten miles
from New York, want servant"
What is your father ?" inquirad the dam
sell
4 farmer and good man.
After one gaze at his honest, open counte-
nance, she said, Il will 60. I have just ar
arrived here, and have not friend in Ameri.
ca
In an hour she was installed in the comforta-
bic farm house Of Mr.. c.. The English
girl soon ingratiated herself with the old folks,
by whom she was treated as one of the family,
which consisted of themselves and their son.
The English damsel grew prettier and prettier
in the eyes of the young farmer, every day
developing some new charm. One day he
caught her reading book. 1t was Cowper.
Delightful coincidence, It was his favorite
poet This was the last feather on the camel's
back, His heart fairly caved in, and he told
her he loved her. She blushed and said he
ought not to think of such a thing. He repli-
ed he could think Of nothing else. The next
day, over pail of milk, they exchanged vows
of eternal fidelity. When he told his parents,
they said they were sorry, but he was a good
boy, and they thought she would make good
wife so they agreed to the match. In short
time they were married 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 be was going to York
to engage farm laborer In the afternoon be
returned, with a very decent looking, respecta-
ble, gray headed Bgitisher, who had arrived
only three days before. The son liked the ap-
pearance of the man. and be was set 10 work.
While the old farmer and his son were looking
at him the former said, 4" 7 on had better tell
Jncyutha to get the room over the loft fitted
up"
"Jacyntha, said the old Englishman, with
a deep drawn sigh, that is a name very dear
to me. Il was the name of my daughter, but
she ran away about year ago, and 1 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 aborer was an
Englishman, said
" Poor man send him in to get some refresh
ment; perhaps he's hungry, and if he's an
Englishman, know he'll relish glass of ale. ="
kind hearted lass - said the old farmer,
you're more fitted to be Queen of England
than a Yangee farmers wife. I'll 60 and send
the poor Englishman for bis ale By-the-by, ;"
be resumed, he bad a daughter named Jacyn-
tha. who ran away from home a year ago.
You're not the lass, eh ?" 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 seriek, for it was not her
father-in point Of fact, they were entire
strangers to each otbeg-IN Y. Paper