Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1869-12-11
WHOLE NUMBER 1O4O.

Striking ms cowhide boots with bixblaf,l,s
snake whip he carried in bis hand. sDoi
you kitijw OF auy girl handy, that / could,
get, that makes dresses and sich Ys 80,
mo, sir" replied Mrs. Patterson, II
do not, unless"--
81 will 60" Interrupted Miss Wilbur.
81 will go with the gentleman and make
his Hlle'S dresses for her,"
"lou go?" cried Mrs. Patterson. in n
tone oI surprise.
Yes, why not I as well as aHybody
elser ! think the country air would do
me good" replied Miss Wilbur.
/ wall, come on, them" replied the old
/ gentleman, as lIe cracked his whip giee-
fully. "pd just as lief hev you as any=
body else. 1t is only about six miles out
Of town, 10 the place they call Richland
iarn-l suppose the reason they called
| 1t that, 1t was such nice, rich land. I'll
give yc seventy.fve cents a day, and
'haPs purity good wages for gal 1dwI
aa.days. Yer can't find it every day.
Hos soon can ye be ready to go Y''
III you will give me time to 90 home
and pack up Il few things in travelling
vaIisc have, will meet you here in an
hour. VIII that suit you?'
"All right-aIl right" replied the old
gentleman. "Good-by, Mrs. Patterson"
Mrs. Patterson looked up in astohish.
mrnt at Jennie Wilbur, as the old gem
tienan had taken his departure.
"Miss Wilbur, am utterly astonshed
at your promising that gentleman to 90
/ home with him and make his wife's
dresses tor her"
well, you need not be-" coolly re-
! piled Jennie, Il want to taste the fresh
country air once more. / want an adj
venture. You will keep my secret for
me, won't you:"
20, certninly, Miss Wilbur, but"
But Jenui" was gone. And at the
time agreed upon she came tripping
along with her valise packed filfl Of
clothes, and was soon rolling over the
country road in the farmers large coun-
/ try wagon, bound for Richland farm.
"Why, laws 4 massa, John, this isn't
Missus Patterson, is il? l didn't think
She was halt as purity as she is
"WaIl, 'tisn't Mrs. Patterson, it's gal
she has workin' for her. Her names
/ Fanny wilson"
why, how dye DO, Hiss Fanny wiz
son? Take seat in this cheer, by the
winder where its cool, for know ye are
warm, and enanUst smothered, ridin'
| through the hot sun. Here, take this
turkey wing an fan yerself, it's all the
fan we've got but may be it'll do you
some good"
Aud Jennie slept that night in a room
in the old farmhouse &here .he honey
sacklcs shaded the windows, and a whip.
poorwil sang in the moonlight among
the branches of the giant locust tree in
front.
"Why, aunt Polly, what a gay little
seamstress you have got here"
George Hall had now grown to be q
handsome young man; and he was mis-
chievous as ever. He was smoking his
cigar directly beneath the window where
the honeysuckles grew, just as the An.
gust sun was setting behind the distant
Ellis.
"Wall, yes, but George" said aunt
Polly, ''you hadn't oughtcr set there
talkiu' 10 her, a keepin' her from her
work all AFTERNOON, an' readin' poetry
to her, an sich?''
WY not, aunt Polly? I am sure
she Is nice girl.'
"She mag he a nice gal, but"
"But what, aunt Polly? 2"
"Why, she's only a sewiu' gal, and
vou know you could get old Martins
dartcr Sally any time you'd mind to
say the word, an then only think old
Martins going to give her thousand
dollars, au' their old cream mare, an that
spotted COW, an let her live in that new
log house put up ior Bill Stevens to live
: ., 81 .; ~ l1 har eI,
gets marred."
"Poh. what do 1 care for that! !" re-
piled George, as he knocked the ashes
from off his cigar. 81 say, aunt Polly,
your seamstress has got my heart, and
am going 10 ask her to marry me the
very first chance l get. Why, one curl
Of her hair is worth more than old Mar
tins farm, girl aid ALL"
Aunt Polly tried to faint but could
not. As soon as she could speak she
cried George Hall, you marry sewin'
gal! YOU with all your eddication-an
eddcation good enough to be President.
And you marry a sewln' galm
81 shall marry beautiful young lady,
whose intellect is far superior To mine,
and whose manners would grace the
Court OF the King of England any time.
| am not such an idiot as TO care two
straws whether she scws for wages or
knitS tatting to kill time" .
"She's sweet gal, arter all, an
doh't believe but that she'd make good
enough wife," said aunt Polly"
Well, the next day George put the
question boldly to the pretty seamstress,
who cried little, and blushed a great
deal, and answered softly "yes," at last.
"But George, said Jennie, when the
matter was all settled, IL have deceived
YOU about two things" . .
"What are they!" quickly demanded
George, as he pressed her closer to him.
"My name Is not Fanny Wilson; my
name is Jennie Wilbur, and am not u
spamstrcsS, as y>u supposed; that part
WAS assumed. | am Iich heirness now.
One of my mcles died, leaving me his
sole heir to five hundred thousand dollars,
aud YOU did not know this, so am sure
Won loved me for my own sake"
"Hello!" sad George, sand you arc the