The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1863-06-18
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HOW JENNY WAS WON.

"Eh-want to know how won her
Well, I'll tell you the naodus operandi
though it's sub rosa, of course! And Ned
Wilder Hung his half smoked cigar into the
CRATE, run his fingers through mass oil
brown curls, md settled himself comforta-
, bly, in the depths of soft cushioned chair.
"Want to know how l won her? Well,
you see. my boy, cousin Jenny was always
} the sauciest witch that ever shook curl or
played tricks with masculine heart. And
, I was always her boy lover. Can't remem:
Der the time, for my life, from the day
; when first went to Beechwood, as my un-
cles ward, and stood, an awkward, blush
z ing stammering school boy of ffteen-in
the presence of the incipient belle and beau
ty, can't remember minute from that hour
but that l was her save-her downright
slave, Phil. And she we'll knew it. Did
you ever see one of the sex but knew whom
she had entrapped? It's their nature-read
you like book! Got tho gift of second
sight, every mothers daughter of 'em.
And so when / came home from academy
and college vacations, not a whit less en-
barrassed and awkward than ever-acting
like a grown-up booby-upsettiug her
work box and tangling her worsteds, COM
mitting countless blunders at the table, all
this to the qualification of the mischief
loving firt, and the romping, hoydenish,
schoolgirl companions she'd always have
stopping at Beechwood on vists-did'nt
make myself target of all kinds of practi-
cal Jokes from these same romps?
And Jenny herself wasn't she the ring
leader of them all? Didn't she beg to do
the table honors on purpose to put salt in
my tea, and pepper my mullins in order to
watch my wry faces? Didn't she play tan
talizing waltzes every evening in the parlor,
regretting so much cousin Ned didn't
dance2"-Didn't she ask me to read aloud
at the village sewing circle, and upon my
bashful refusal, gravely announce to scores
of assembled ladies, that "Mr. Wilder was
afflicted with bronchitis" purEosely to rem
der me the victim of those same old ladies,
who forth with througed around me with re-
ceipts, composed Of all the roots and herbs
in Christendom. I tell you, Phil. it was
almost purgatory to me, their being at Beech
wood; but resolved never to surrender.
| But it bothered me most that Jenny
could torment me so. l was in love-I
knew it, but had no power to fee from her
tolls.
| Talk about electric shocks-why, one
touch Of her little white hand would set
my heart to humping against my ribs.
The contact of her floating curls would
make my frame tingle to my 6ngers's ends
That's what call gaU-vauic battery.
Well, 1 came off with college honors at
twenty, and went homo to Beechwood
Uncle Dick shook my hand till he rung
tears (ofpainl from my eyes: and called me
brave boy, and an honor to the Wilders;
Aunt Mary got out the best China, aud pct
ted me like a grown up baby. but Jenny
danced before me ridiculing my newly
| fledged beard; calling every pet hair had
been assiduously cultiv atiDg for thepast few
months, pinfeathers"-vowed I hadn't
graduated. but had been expelled, and hoped
| wasn't going to stop at Beechwood long,
for she'd invited her dear friend, Seraphine
Love, to pass the summer months with her,
and 1 would only prove a torment and a
botheration.
| Seraphine Love came-a tall, talIow- can
die sentimental damsel, with stiff curls light
blue eyes, lackadaisical, moonstruck air.
There was no similarity between her and
Jenny, and 1 fell to wondering about their
mutual liking, and soon discovered the
cause. Seraphine Love wrote poetry,
rhyme, and ievelled her Pard assian darts
against those Jenny disiked-this was the
secret. She had been sert for to "do up"
cousin Ned in verse; and various were the
sonDets. acrostics and lampoons with which
1 was favored. They greeted me every
wherel On my chamber table, in my port
folios, between the covers ofmy Greek Lex
! icon, even in the pockets of my dressing
gown found them. In no place was safe.
Had 1 beer particularly sensitive, must
have been driven from the field; but with
stood them. Besides, there was a reason
other than any resolve to seem Indifferent.
Of late l thought had detected beneath
Jenny's gaiety, an under current of feeling;
som etimes, looking suddenly, 1 caught the
glance of two blue eyes-and though speed
lily withdrawn l could have vowed that
glance had something earnest, almost ten
der in it, quite belying her sauciness of
words or manner. Was it possible that
Jenny was playing a part?-that she had
been caught in her own snare?
The thought emboldened me; and one
moonlight evening, coming upon her sud-
denly sitting in an unwonted mood in the
garden, found myself actually saying SEN
timental speeches, with my arm about ] en-
ny's waist
The vixenl She had heard me through,
smotb cred laugh in her handkerchief, sly
ly picked with pin the hand 1 had thrown
around her, slapped my cheek smartly, and
then disappeared through the low French
window opening into the back parlor.
Scarce three minutes after going up stairs,
heard her recounting to Seraphine Love,
between her gusts of laughter mat cousin
Ned had actually been quoting Tom Moore,
and making love to her after the most ap-
proved fashion,"
Well. that was drop too much-and
with my face still tingling under the blow
she had given, and my heart smarting sorer
with wounded pride upon the impulse of
the moment, pushed open the door of
their room. The two girls sat at window
in the moonlight. went up close to
Jenny.
"Miss Wilder" I said, (and Phil. 1
! must have fairly got into the heroics. for she