Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1875-10-15

IlJner, or meDDe yer uncle" said
Aunt Betsey, placidly, as sherosum-
ed her knitting
This wasn't very pleasant for Mr..
Chardon, especially as Miss Peters,
who had never been in our vicinity
before, began to look somewhat du-
bious, and so we mildly suggested
to the good old lady that Mr.. Char
don was born in Noblesboro', long
way from the corner, and that he
was going to write a book
CLAW, yes" she said, "curi's l
shouldn't a. known we. was brought
up up to Nobleboro', an member
now all about yer family. Yer pa
failed, didn't he, when you was 60
in on fer nineteen year old, an Nan
cy Cousins Civ ye the mitten on ac-
count of it? That was just afore you
had the scrape with"
Just at this terrible crisis and
while Mr.. Chardon's face seemed as
thong match might be lighted at
it, and Miss Peters majestically gath
cred her shaw around her, we trOd
on the old lady's foot with a desper-
ate hope that the tide of recollection
might be cut short.
"O-w-w-w!" she exclaimed, "who's
that a treadin' on my foot? don't yer
know no better?" and she regarded
rs with such a vindictive glare over
her spectacles that we have no hope
Of ever being remembered in her
will.
'I think, Mr.. Chardon, we had bet
ter be going" said Miss Peters, in
an impressive voice, rising from her
seat.
'Don't be in such hurry, Miss
Miss-I don't quite git your name, .
said our worthy relative.
"Peters," we suggested, as the
young lady stood undecided, and the
wretched Mr.. Chardon made a fran
tic effort to smile pleasantly.
"What, one of the Peterses to
Sheepscot," said the old lady, eager,
ly; "they're relashuns of mine"
"My grandfather and father lived
in Sheepscot," said the young lady
fridgedly, "but that was many years
ago"
"Bless you child" said aunty, con
tentedly, 'I member all about 'em
and your mother, too; she never
freckled as you do, and her teeth wa'
as white as yourn. Yourn amt false
ones, be they?" said our relative, ca
gerly, to which query Miss Peter
shook her head family, and said sh
really mast go.
"Why, 1 never see no one in seel
a hurry" remarked aunty, OBTAINING
the young lady by her shawl, whil'
Mr.. Chardon looked as cheerful a
though he had killed some one
"How old be you?"
With some hesitation the young
lady murmured: "twenty-three."
'Lemme see," said the old lady
"Sam, he married yer ma-she wa:
old Billy Bixby's darter-in forty
fve-I remember particularly, o1
account of Sans borryin ten doIIarl
of my husband to go on honey
moon with; you was born nigh abou
a year after; and now it's seventy
five, and according to that you mus
be, lemme see," and she commenced
counting her fingers with a matemat
ical precision that would speedily
have evolved thirty years from the
past had we not contrived to recall
her attention by telling her that Mis-
Peters was going, and that she haC
better say "good-by"
"Wall, if you mast co. said ou
relative, reluctantly, 81 suppose yol
must. That's a proper pooty dres
your a wearing-but what made tn
dressmaker cut it so scrimping? /
amt big enough round, and it's to
tight"
'You amt had a fever, nor moth
ing, have YEP" continued the old Ia
dy, glancing at her pull-back attire
"you look awful thin," and shakin!
hands cordially with Miss Peters an,
her escort, with a pressing invita-
tion for them to call again soon, on
good Aunt Betsey bade them "adoo.
Chardon don't speak to us now
and Miss Peters looked straight be
fore her as she passed us on Mai
street. What have we done?