Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1864-06-25

Jenny kisse mt! She actually and tru
ly did. | had often sung the words OF
the old song, aud tried to fancy
anything so sweet ond blissful as kiss
rom Jennie's beautiful lips. And now it
that ], John Andrew Mallowbe, came TO
be so blessed
The Mallowbies had lived from the time
immemorial, that is, as we Americans COM
pu'e tin that splendid old mansion, built
in The style of bygone cottage, on the top
of Malow Hill. We were the great fami,
y OF the county, the social sun round which
lesser lights revolved. For successive gen
erations we Inherited pride as well us
wealth. Our eXcluSis Guess was not in &C
cordance with American tastes and habits,
nor in harmony with the genius of our iu-
stitu,ionS; but we cared nothing for that
1t pleased US to he set apart from the com
mon herd, to be admired at respectful
distance, TO escape the contamination of too
close intimacy with our plebisn neighbors
| write we and us because am in the
direct line of the Mallowbie descent But
| do not wish it to be understood that /
personally inherited the pride and naughty
exclusiveness of my ancestors. From my
earliest recollections was the victim of in
Vulnerable seedlings for my low tastes and
entire absence Of oil thoughts of social
distinction. sought my companions be-
loved the cnrly headed children of our gar
dener, OF the widow MasOu's little dnugh
ter, far better than any OF the numerous
descendants of the deeayed family Of
Dauuceton, or the rich Smiths Of the val
ley.
My mother daily professed herself shock
ed aud found comfort in her vinaigrette
and prayer book; but cling to my un'
aristocratc associations, and troubled my
self very little about them. confess that
| neither loved nor reverenced my mother
very highly. Nor do blame myself for
unfial feeling She regarded me always
as the heir OF the Mallow bies, rather than
as a beloved child and was anxious rather
for my dignity than my happiness, and
anxiety little likely to awaken gratitude
10 the heart of q child.
So played wild games in the grounds
with Tom and Joe Garter, and their sister
Jane, or sat bending over book Of pic
lures with Jennie in widow Mason'S little
parlor, aud avoided as much as possible
The sight of my mothers raised eyebrows
and the sound of her freiful voice. Aud
though he heir OF the Mallowbies, did not
care TO be a gentleman, and was as happy
as the poorest of them all in my simple
sports.
Jennie used to kiss me in those days
and [ returned the caress with much the
the same JUNCTION and fervor that bestowed
upon my ugly, darling Skye TERROR. II
Tom or Joe Garter had been given TO kiss
ing / suppose the demonstration wouid
have been received in much the same way
from them; but neither they nor Jane
were at all affectionate. My play will
them was of too rough and tumble order
but Jennie was quiet, gentle. loving littl'
creature, 10 whose presence my wild spirits
were always subdued. / never even guessed
how much loved her until the fiat Of sep
aration came. And then-but even a
this late day sbudder to recall the wiiC
agony OF that hour. ...
/ was mounted upon the branch of ,
tree in the orchard, engaged in pelting thu
Carriers with green apples. when Richart
came to call me. Tom Carter, whom b,
addressed as young ihafe OF the wurreld
pointed mo out to him.