Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1875-05-28
From DR.. Hollands STORY of sevenoak
JIM FENTON'S COURTING.

"Miss Butterworth, how fare ye?''
said jim.
81 remember you," said Miss But
terworth, peering up into his face to
read his features in the dim light.
you are Jim Fenton, whom met
asst spring at the town meeting
4 knowed you'd remember me
women allus does. Ben pretty chirk,
this summer?'
very well, thank you SIR and
Miss Butterworth dropped courte-
sy,and then, sitting down, she point
ed him to a chair.
Jim laid his cap on the floor, place
ed his roll of cloth upright between
his s.knees, and pulling out his ban
dana handkerchief wiped his perspir-
ing face.
'Ive brung little job for ye,'
said he.
'Oh, 1 can't do it, said Miss But
terworth at once. 'I'm crowded to
death with work. It's a hurryin'
time of the year.
yes, Iknowed that, but this is a
pertickIer job
-.0h, they are all particular jobs
responded Miss Butterworth, shaking
her head.
But this is for pertickler folks
Folks are all alike to me- said
Miss Butterworth, sharply.
SThese clo'es,' said Jim, are for
good man an little boy. They have
nothin' but rags on 'em, an won't
have till ye make these clo'es. The
man is pertickler friend O. mine,
an the boy is cute little chap, an
he can pray better nor any minister
inSevenoaks. If you knowed what
l know, Miss Butterworth, don't
know but you'd do something that
you'd be ashamed of, an I don't
know but you'd do something that I
sh'd be ashamed of. Strange things
has happened, an if you want to
know what they be, you must make
these clo'es.'
Jim had aimed straight at one of
the most powerful motives in human
nature, and the woman began to re-
lent, and to talk more as if it were
possible for her to undertake the
job.
1T may be- said the tailoress-
thinking, and scratching the top of
her head with a hairpin, that can
work it in; but 1 haven't the meas
ure.'
well, now, let's see,' said Jim.
pondering. 'Whar is they about such
a man? Can't ye remember a man
that used to be here by the name of
-of-o -of-Benedict, wasn't it?-a
feller about up to my ear-only flesh
ier nor he was? An the little feller
well, he's bigger nor Benedict's
boy-bigger. leastways, nor he was
them
Miss Butterworth rose to her feet,
went up to Jim, and looked him
sharply in the eyes.
Can you tell me anything about
Benedict and his boy?' S2b&
~"Afl that any Teller knows, l
know said Jim, 'an' I've never tell
ed nobody in Sevenoaks.'
Jim Fenton, you needn't be afraid
of me-
'Oh, I amt. 1 like ye better nor
any woman / seen.'
But you needn't be afraid to tell
me- said Miss Butterworth, blush
ing.
'An' you'll make the clo'esP'
T'Yes, I'll make the clothes, if /
make them for nothing, and sit up
nights to do it..
GIVE us your hand, said Jim, and
he bad a woman's hand in his own
almost before he knew it, and his
face grew crimson to the roots of
his bushy hair.
Miss Batterworth drew her chair
up to his, and in low tone, he told
her the whole long story, as only he
knew it, and only he could tell it.
4 think you are the noblest man l
ever saw said Miss Butterworth-
trembling with excitement.
well, turn about's fair play, they
say, an | think you're the most gen
uine creetur / ever seen, responded
jim. "All we want up in the woods
now is woman, an Pd sooner have
yOu thar nor other
'Poh! What spoon you are!'
said Miss Butterworth, tossing her
head. .,-4-7r. 5re.
"Then there's timber enough in
me fur the puttiest kind of n buckle
'But you're blockhead-a great,
good blockhead. That's Just what
You are said Miss Butterworth7
iaughing in spite of herself, Q16BJ
''WelI, ye can whittle any sort Of
head out of block, said jim, i'm
perturbablya1 isiasg .s.sIssEs6
Lets have done with joking said
the tailoress, .solemnly.
81 hainst been jokin', said Jim. Pm
in 'arnest. Pve been thinking O'::ye
ever sence the town-meetin' Pve
been kinder llvin' on yer looks. I've
dreamt about ye nights, an when
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