Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1867-08-31

times on his, fingers, and then 90 up.
hand over. hand, and bring her down in
zone hand and her trunk in the ether and
a band box and an umbrella under each
arm, and d whole lot of bundles. and.
then get into cab and fly toosome dis
tant shore. s, That's the way it would
have been in a novel; but Bill said he
wasn't Oh that lay !. SO he just. went and
got his butcher cart and, drove Mary
Fright down to the magistrate, to getithe
jobrdone tor asquarter- he said he
was on the low price, he was. II rt,L n.
But the queerestz thing of all was that,
I Bill had no tail, dark, rtiffianly rival With
scowling visage and black whiskers,
who flew at him with a horse pistol
in. each hand, and cried wildly for "Re-
yenge.i sHa! ,ha Iandi, said sssSdeath p'
and sffY llain thou diest p Not any. y.y-,f
There was another fellow in love with
Molly, to be sure but he was a meek-eved
young man, who had sandy hair and
wore spectacles and iehoker,. and al
ways looked, scared when you;hollered
at him. So, when he saw that Bill had
the best of the girls affections, he looked
on serene, and said, "Go in Billy, if Won
banker for her;;n and as Billy was a tri-
tie en- the banker, he sailed right in. yss
William, you see, had no trouble
at all17Jssd you couldn't get up an, ag-
onizins move. about him ifyou tried
I lie didn't have any urgent Business that
called him to a foreign land, SO he had
to bid her a fond good bye, and, wear
always to be true, and then go, away and
forget her, and fall in, love with a dark
eyed italian girl, picking grapes in vine
yard, with a square towel folded on her
head, while his forgotten and foPsaken
Mary gradually faded and, pihed asNay,,
and bafied thephysicians skill, and grew.
paler, and at last, when the, June roses
were in, bloom, lying gently down to die
while through the open window foated
in thesbalfny odor of jessamine and hon
cy-suckle. And, William. didn't come
home at last, and, filed with deathless.
remorsc, go daily to the sweet cemetery
and sti'ew flowers on her grave, and teach
his children to lisp her name. if{ot at all.
That is the way Mrs. Z. ID. EN-. South
worth would haYe done it, but she was
not around. Billy was ., butcher, who.
wore white shirt and shiny hat, and
he stayed at home and killed beef and
sold it at big price, and hestuck toMa-
ry, and she kept healthy and wasn't much
on the pine OF, the fade, while if any fel-
low got to lurking around, William went
right out and batted them. He did.
And then, at last, when all was over,
Mary didn't sit insthe room while they
dressed her inI white, and mixed orange
blossoms in her waterfall, and then gen
tly went down stairs with six brides
maids at her heels, and stand up with
her William, and weep gently while she
was being married by the, minister, and
then got lots of presents, and then go to
their new house, and live through all the
happy years with Billy, and never know
sorrow or trouble any more; Why, of
course, she DIDN'T, for it wasn't her style,
you see. -.
She just rushed up stairs and put on
her pink muslin and her sun bonnet, and
had nary a bridesmaid, and went to the
magistrates and never wept a particle,
and got no presents except fifteen cents
from the old man to pay her car fare
home, and when she got to. the magis-
trate's she just rose up off the bench and
told Bill she did not see much use in spill 4
cling, and that shes didn't like him any
way; and SO she went home, and Bill he
went with her and told her, he wasn't
sorry, as he didn't want her, and he
guessed she was hard ON her clothes any
how, and so they never got married, and
the whole thing turned out wrongs; but
l couldn't help it, for 1 amt going to
put facts on record that amt so.s.i. But it
amt a bit like any. novel ever read, so
there must have been something wrong
about this fellow and Molie that Iineyer
could find out, soI'll have to let it slide
as it is. -ara