The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1869-06-11

front door. If I look at you twice in
church, I'm the object of Miss POlly's |
furious attention. Now, 1 say its nd !
iculous. I'm not Gorgon-Pm re-
spectacle you man, at least always
thought so. Can't you go and tell your
aunt that you want to get married, ifl
you don't think am competent to ar
range matters (?
you know would I If dared, Tom
but aunt is dreadful. / do try, some
times, but 1 can't; really, l can't
What's to PREVENT Will she put
an end to your existence, or shut you
up on bread and WaterP
Shed disown me, Tom. She'd cast
me off with 8 shilling, aud never hear
my name spoken again
Is that alli I'll own you, and give
you twenty shiIlings for every one she
won't give you. Come, that's an oherP
I will not give the conversation in
detail Suffice it to say that It was
nearly nine o'clock, when Mr.. Hall,
having exhausted ali his arguments
without effect, finally became indignant
and determined to depart He was
making one final appeal to Molly, who
still unconvineed, and still lacking
in courage, sat sobbiDg on the bench
before him, when they both heard the
gate close softly, and saw, dimly, two
figures turning toward the garden.
Mercy on US exclaimed Molly, in
terrified accents. Tom the-pear
treesP @ fa
Before Tom quite knew what he was
about he had followed Molly, or had
been dragged by Molly under the
shadow of the trees, and was stationed
behind fiOurishiug clump of rhubarb
plants.
eThis is proceediDgP he began, then
suddenly checked himselfto listen.
The voices were very near them now,
and a moment after another miserable
couple seated themselves on tue same
bench which the concealed pair had
left so unceremoniously.
Poor little Molly said Jane, mourn
fully, glancing back at the dark house,
she's gone to bed long ago, I dare say.
1 wish 1 was as happy as Molly. Oh,
what would she think of me, if she
knewP
'ThinkP replied the voice of Mr..
LYMAN Ellis. 4 own it wouldn't be
very agreeable to be discovered lurking
about the house in this fashion, but if
you will allow me to 60 to your aunt
tomorrow morning and tell her l wish
to marry you, she could think or say
nothing unpleasant. You are saerih-
cling your happiness and mine TO
miserable caprice. Your aunt happens
to have q prejudice against marriage,
and so you promise yourself to remain
single till she dies
'Oh, doa't speak so. 1 owe aunt
Polly everything, and her death will
be the greatest misfortune in the world
to me-
tAl the benefits in the world give
her no right to dictate in a matter
like this
T know
We'll, then, consider me a little
you consider her 30 mnch-let me come
here tomorrow and speak to her plain
lyP
'Oh, 1 daren'tl Oh, Lyman, what
shall 1 doi There she comes now
In fact two more figures iOsrs dis
cernible coming through the gate, un-
mistakably the figures of Miss Polly
and Mr.. Wilkins. They seemed in no
hurry to go in, but stood leaning in the
moonlight and talking. PreseDtly-oh
disastrous movement they were seen
sauntering slowly toward the garden.
What shall doP gasped Jane again
in the very extremity Of terror.
Come under the shade said Mr.
Ellis. 'Shs won't perceive u.s.
In moment they we're croncRSngI
so close to the retreat of their fellow
sufferers that the recumbsnt Mr.. Hall
could have touched Mr.. EIlis's coat
tails.
This moon is delightful was the
first remark of Miss Polly's that reached
their ears.
1T isP responded Mr.. Wilkins.
Hunt is. Enchanting
4 love to walk by moonlight
1t makes me quite-hum--ssd-
lonesome
'AhI said Miss Polly, sympathiz-
ingIy.
I-hum-feel as if 1 hadn't friend
in the-hum-the world
That's strange'-Miss Polly stopped
to gather a rose-'when you have 30
many
You are-hum-mistaken. Hum
haven't one
Pm sure Tn your friend, Mr.. vii
kins, said Miss Polly, speaking lower,
and putting the ross before her face.
Mr.. Wilkins immediatly became be-
wildered in a desert of HUNS 'he-
hum-hum-he wished she would
hum-ah-he wished he could--hum
believe it.
q should think you might, respon-
dsd Miss Polly, when 1 say it. / sup
pose the thought Of your past happi-
ness is rather trying, she continued.
'Hum-on. l hum-could be-
hum-happier than I-hum-eEeT
was
.Indeedg
-hum-sssure you. H-if-you
l-hum-thought so.'
'Don'trexclaimed Miss Polly. Re
member your-think of Mrs. Wilkins
dead and gone
Mr.. Wilkins was SO abashed by the
outburst that he said absolutely
nothing for five minutes. Miss Polly
got out of patience.
you weren't congenial,' she said.
Il see. All, that is tryingP
Mr.. Wilkins was betrayed again, and
declared he-'Hum-never new what
-hum-congenislity was till-hum
till lately.9WOuld she-hum-hum
let him say soP
Don't speak to meP exclaimed Miss
polly, sinking down on the much-endu-
ring bench. Pm disgrace to myself
Oh! if those girls should hear this,
what would they sayG'
Those girls! There was such merry
shout of laughter behind her Itpesled
forth upon the startled ears Of Miss
Polly and Mr.. Wilkins, frightening
| tboro naarlv into fits When thew re-