Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1866-08-11

Wn'n, It's kind p purity; but it's awful
queer, aint it JobpY
John, thus appealed TO- could only an
wer that he knew nothing in the world
about women's boDnets; and took up his
reverie, whatever il was Just where It was
broken of. But, looking idly in the long
mirror opposite, he saw Josie making signs
to another girl, and he soon found that they
were amusing themselves vastly at the per.
plexity of their customer. lie saw, too, a
pale, Gaiet girl, with smooth brown hair,
looking up from her work Indignantly, and
he rather saw than heard her say, For |
shame; and grow crimson as she spoke.
His own flushed little as be became
aware that Uncle Abel was being mnde he
butt Of their jokes--good Uncle Abel, who
was looking so admringly at the fabrics SO
incomprehensibe to him, his own heart on
ly full of the thought how he should make
his present worthy Of the patient soul for
whom 1t was intended
Then John was greatly perplexed for, as
be said truly, be knew nothing about all
that mysterious and bewildering arrange
ment Of dress that he saw every day.
Still he knew that Aunt Betsey's spare
locks, thiDly sprinked with gray, we're not
dressed in mcderu style, and he could not
for the life Of him see whereabouts on that
dear old head any of these gypsys or fan
chons would rcst. He remembered that
.Dg ogo Aunt Betsey was wont to twist
her hair with the same energy that distin
guished oil her movements, and that this
operation resulted in hard knob at the
back OF her head, like door Handle, which
certainly would not harmouze with those
cGpeless head dresses.
just as his brow was overcast with this
thought, the pnle girl came toward Uncle
Abel, her cheeks flushing os she did so in
defiance OF the other girls, holding in her
hand plain Leghorn bonnet, trimmed qui-
etly with violet ribbon. She wore mourn
ing dress, and the plain broach at her
thr at held o lock of gay hair. rl'r-. I s +.
| think that this might suit you sir, she
said, II your wife don't dress her bair in
hese fashions, those bonre,s would not do
at oil, This is rich and plain, and covers
the back of the head and neck, ..-..
Wall, now, tell me, for 1 have got so
bothered with these things ibst don't
know one froui the other. Iwaut to got
nice bunnit for Betsey, and l maan to-
Now jest tell me II You would like your
potAer to wear one like this2 d
Oh. beg your pardon, ma'am Ididn't
see; and he touched the sleeve Of her black
dress. I--I-am SO sorry 5f Dad. ia
4 The young girl brushed off a tear quickly
| as she said: l have no mother now; but, If
you'll trust me, sir, / think this will suit
She had stood hitherto just OF Of John
Dare's vision, snd had not seen him ct oil.
Something in the sound of her voice at
tracted him, perhaps, and when Uncle Alb
called :.ui
Here, John Dare he stepped hastily
| enough toward them. The girl thrust the
bonnet in Uuclo a bells hand, and would
| have been out Of sight if her dl ees had not
caught on one of the branching stands aud
held her fast
Amy and John Dare with hot flush
on his face, caught her hand and SO de-
tained her. Amy Egbert, have l found
you at last 7
The girls face grew white and red by
turns, and the words she spoke came so low
and broken that only John could catch
4 their meaning.
Uncle Abel pushed his spectacles up on
his forehead, aud stil holding the hat in his
hand, looked open mouthed from one 10 the
o.hsr
guess you must have knowed this young
woman afore, didat you? be said: but
John was too busy with eager questions,
and Amy was Trembling and flushing as she
tried to speak calmly, and so bis question
was Unanswered. Pretty Josie was divid
ing her attention between O new customer
aud the strange scene beside ber, and be
tween angec aDd modification she looked
in no need Of help from rouge as she tossed
her head aud muttered various uncourteous
remarks in regard to that Amy Egbert and
her beaa.
Uncle Abel held the hat while longer
quite patiently, bat at last despared Of the
interview being ended, so be coughed and
then said:
III take this bunnit. Twenty dollars is
good deal, but Betseys worth it, amt
she, John? D. .s s-1al. q. ... a
John need not have started so or said
fYery, which wasn't q sensible answer at all;
but Uncle Abel laughed lit le to himself,
and said softly: Oh, boys will be boysl-
He was obliged to tell Miss Egbert the di'
rection over twice too, and felt qnte IN
easy lest it should not arrive ct bis hotsl in
time ...I .r.
Outside the door John turned to leave bis
uncle, and looked as shy as a girl. as he
said, It's all right, Uncle Abel, You've
found a new bonnet, aud I've found a--a-
an old friendl
Uncle Abel held bis hand fast, and looked
q moment, without speaking, in Johns face,
10 a wistfu way; he said looking in the
young mans eyes, She's motAerless girl,
Johnl
Uncle Abel? and John turned ang7iy
away or would have done so il the detain.
ing hand had not held him with grasp
which sixty years had not weakened =
Look here, my hoy, ] meant no offence.
Mono OF my blood turn williams, ho added
proudly; but you see she's young and pur-
| ly and forlorn, and maybe, II you see too
much OF her, she might get TO thiukin'
more Of you than would be good for her,
and il you amt in earnest ! guess 'twould
break her heart Shake hands With your
old uncle, my boy meant no hsrmi but
/ promised LIZA when she was on her dy-
| in hod that Would allns try to rive ron