Year: 1867

4 lingest little nose, and sweetes


mouth, and the roundest chi
t that ever belonged to bewitchin
woman.


r John was quite smitten; h
1 danced with her at the evenin
, ball he rode with her up th
| steep mountain paths; he wen
fishing for brook trout, and moth
, ing delighted him more than whel
: they came into deeper pool or
more rugged path than common
to lift the thing, in his brawny


arms, and carry her like a child


For three days and nights Johr


Wolfe was in a paradise; OH the


fourth morning he woke up and


found his happiness gone; a letter


had been left on his dressing ta


bic, stating that the PinkertonS


the name of his new friend


had been obliged to depart by the


stage at an early hour in the


morning, having received news of
sudden illness in their family


should be most happy to renew


acquaintance with him at a fu-


ture day, etc.


Our friend John had a great


mind to start off at once for New


York, perfectly disgusted with the


whole report; but as one of his


purposes in coming East was to
pay a long promised and often de-
sired visit to the young widows
family in Vermont, he felt rather
ashamed to back out of his de-
termination, although all of sud-
den the long cherished wish to
make personal acquaintance had
vanished, for a certain Jane Pink
erton, as he called her, had played
the very dickens with the platon-
ic affection he had been secretly
nourishing for the last two years.


II declare, Dick" said my friend
Cynic, "your story is getting to be
rather a long-winded affair, for /
have got to the end Of my third
cigar, and you have hardly COM
menced the story"


"Well," said l, ''if you will on
ly have patience a little longer,
you will find that / have got to
the end of it.


John Wolfe was received with
high qualification by the old law
yer ard his wife, when he presen-
ted himself at their house. If he |
lad been the President himself,
hey could scarcely have been
orouder to receive him as a guest
han they were to welcome John |
Wolfe. The daughter, however,
vas absent when he arrived, but
| message was sent off to her by |
he old lady, and it was not long
before she made her appearance.


You may guess the surprise of
,ur friend john, when the young
widow arrived, for there stood well
:oming him, with her dancing
yes and beaming smile, no other
han his fairy friend of the White
Mountains, Jane Pinkerton, as he I
lad called her, because she was
With her friends, the Pinkertons;
nd she, the laughing puss, al
hough she knew by his name
veil enough who he was, had
ever revealed herself to him as
rs loving correspondent, Jane
ViHoushby. The women natu-
ally love a little mystery, and so
be had kept her own secret, in
rder to have the pleasure of sur
rising him when he should visit
er fathers house according to



John Wolfe was happy man
hat evening, as he sat at tea,
here the handsome silver service
7as fully displayed in his honor;
nd the young widow was as hap
y as he was, | guess, and the
sther and mother were running
yer with gratified pride, as they
id the honors OF their humble
ONE to the New York merchant,
tho had shown himself such a
rue gentleman, in all their inter-
curse with him.


A delightful evening was pass
d by all parties; and when John
Wolfe was ushered by the old la !,
y to the state bedroom, and had
lid himself between the whitest
air of sheets that was ever bleach
d on Vermont snow, he was SO !