The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1880-10-22
JENHIE'S ROMANCE.
BY AEIou.

JEMAlE'S ROMANCE.
BY AEIoU.
"You don't pretend to say SO /"
"But I do, really"
"True ?"
Just as true as you live and breathe L"
Well, never When are you 60
ing?"
/" In the morning stage as far as
Springfield, and then in the cars"
" Won't that be nice ?"
You can just believe so
Remember and tell me all about
Boston"
ooh, I WILL"
Wish was going"
Wish you was, too"
These were the words of bit of con-
versation between two young ladies one
Sunday morning, as they stood in the
Congregational Church of Perryville,
and pretended to be singing Corona
ton"
Jennie Jones had confdentially told
Ellen White, when they arose to join in
the singing, that she was going to Bos-
ton, and Ellen had expressed herself as
perfectly surprised.
In Perryville, it was q great and i'm
portant event for one of the citizens to
go as far away as Boston. Once in q
long while some adventurous Perry
william visited Greenfield or North
Adams, and the village merchant went
twice year to Springfield, but no one,
excepting perhaps Rev. Mr.. Profounde,
ever went to Boston. Perryville was an
isolated town in the backwoods of North
ern Massachusetts, out of hearing of fin
ished civilization, and little world in
itself. The people were Yankees of the
purest stamp and quality, and as con-
ceited as they chose to be.
Among the good people of Perryville
Mr.. Thomas Jones. was the magnate-
and to be the great man of a Yankee
town is to be person of consequence.
Thomas Jones had the best farm
in town, was the thriftiest of
the citizens, and held all of
the most important town offices. Jennie
was his only child, and from her birth
had been reared to believe her father
the one bright star in Perryville. It
had dawned on the magnate's mind that
his daughter might become a talented
lady II she could only be educated, and he
determined that she should have the best
educational advantages that money could
buy. And so she was going to Boston
there to be transformed from a red
haired, milk-and- water country beauty
into cultured lady.
Ellen White fastened to impart the
important news to her next neighbor,
Mrs. Phipps, and long before Rev. Mr..
Profounde completed his sermon nearly
all of the congregation knew of it. They
gathered about Jennie when the services
pletely overwhelmed by their congratu-
lations.
George Harrison came that Sunday
evening, as ne always did, to "set up"
with Jennie. The young man was
bowed down with the great sorrow of
parting, and was full of sober thoughts.
81 want you to remember me, Jen-
ME-. he sadly said.
"Of course I will |" Jennie replied.
And George went home at II, fully
persuaded that Jennie was the best
woman ever created, and apprehensive
that some Boston gentleman might en-
terrain the same opinion.
Monday morning came to Jennie, not
as other Monday mornings usually came
There was 30 washing to do, no cream
to churn. She was free to act her own
pleasure, and she moved about the old
farm house sublimely sensible that a
Her mother was fearful and sad, and
George, hiding behind the rail fence,
shed great, briny tears. Her father
alone was confident. @ta
"I'll resk JENNIE" he said "she's
jest like me, an she'll git along"
As proof of his confidence he placed
in the girls hands purse of 800.
"Put it right inter yer bosom" he
said they say that pickpockets can't
git at it there.
Jennie obeyed, and firmly resolved
that no pickpocket could get at her
treasure.
The stage came at 9 o'clock, and Jen-
ME took leave of her parents. The old
black trunk that had been her grand
mothers was dashed on the boot, and
the journey for Boston began. At the
postoffice, Jennie's boon friends had met,
and, while the stage-driver was waiting
for the mail bags, there was an oscula-
tory leave-taking. Then the numbering
coach drove of, and the happy girl left
Perryville behind her.
The sun had shown its monday to the
city OF Springfield when the fair traveller
reached there, and was set down at the
depot. There never was 17-year-old
maiden before who saw Springfield IN
such brilliant light as she saw it. To
the country girl it was something like
paradise, but it was not boston.
The eastern-bound train came in, and
Jennie dutifully obeyed her fathers in
structions to take the rear car the mo-
ment that the train stopped at the depot.
There were but two or three vacant seats,
and she chose the one nearest the door.
A multitude of forebodings and wonder
ings filed her mind. She thought of
the possibility of an accident, of the rate
Of speed that the train would run, of the
route, the great Boston beyond, and lit
tie Perryville left behind Mentally she
ran over her fathers many iniunctions
in regard to board bills, car fare, extor-
Tomato hackmen, and especially about
pickpockets.
Once on time she had read in the
Weekly Gazette a story Of lady's adj