Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1867-04-04

full of pleasant fancies and JOY
GUS hopes that he could not go
sleep for hours. However, te
wards morning he dozed off, and
as will happen at such times, hi
day dreams turned themselve
into night dreams, and he fount
himself again travelling up th,
rugged paths of the White Noun
tains, with laughing Jane Pinker
ton at his side, joking and joyine
together, lifting her over some
rough obstacle in the path, and
then again fairly carrying hel
across some big drift of snow.
which the summer sun had not
been able to penetrate near enough
to wake up; and so on and so on,
until wearied out, they stood to
gaze upon the magnificent pros
pect below and around them.-
Suddenly, John thought he was
on his knees before her, pouring
out a torrent of passionate words,
declaring that life and hope and
happiness dwelt only where, etc.,
ETC., when, before he could get an
answer or know whether the dear
girl smiled or frowned, behold he
woke up, He was dreadfully
mortified at first, but presently re-
collecting where he was, and see
ing it was broad daylight, he jump
ed out of bed, makes his morning
ablutions, and dresses himself in
great haste, determined to wait
no longer for an answer than it
would take him to find the object
of his dreams. Down stairs he goes
and into the parlor-she is not
there-iooks into the garden, but
does not see her, when, bethinking
such a notable dame might be
good housewife, he starts for the
kitchen, where, forsooth, he finds
her singing like a bird, elbow deep
in the bread trough, kneading
away for dear life. Johns heavy
tread betrayed the intruder. She
looked up.
''Do you want to know how to
make johnny-cake, Mr.. Wolfe?"
she exclaimed, merrily.
"No," said he, rather seriously,
or, like a man of deep and earn
est feelings, as he was, he felt he
approached a crisis in his life
NO, | do not; my Johnny-cake is
mixed already; l only want to
lnow whether | can get it." j
The widow did not know what
o make of it.
swell, said she, 81 do not know
my reason why you should not" s
"That, replied John, sis what (
want to find out; and as you
NOW, my dear friend, that two
leads are better than one. / have
ONE to consult you about it."
80, to make the matter plain |
0 her, he related his dream to its {
ermination. .
''And now, Jane said he, "1
m here for an answer. Will you
e my Johnny-cake? Yes or no." .
Jane had held her head down q
Thile he spoke, blushing celestial E
osy red-as is quite proper, l :
on such occasions. But q
ane's was an earnest nature,
kewise, and all trifing and fun
ad vanished. when, looking up G
. him, her bright eyes brimming t
all OF joyous tears, she gave him il
asst one of the sweetest kisses he il
yer had in his life. {,
''For ever and ever" she cried !;
for ever and ever, John, if you
ill have me-" d
Just at this instant the old lady ii
lother stepped into the kitchen, t.
nd brought them to their senses C
y exclaiming- n
"Why, janet"
20, mother, MOTHER" said Jane,
| am SO happy and she left 81
ohm to embrace her mother. "He o
skcd me to be his wife, mother; v
i've me joy-I am to be John o
Folfe's wife r g
There were jolly times, to be
Ire, in the old lawyers house b
lat week, and when John Wolfe & &
lrrled off his little wife to New =
ork, there was the merriest we'd :
ing party in the village that ever :,
rove dull care out of doors.
"Well," said my friend Cynic, /