The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1859-05-26

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really mpolite conduct bu, | stumbled upon
such choice bit Of poetry-,he real article
here, tina, could not resis, the temptation to
read it,"
awe will excuse you only upon condition
that you read il aloud for the benefit OF the
whole" said Dick.
Aud Fed. complied, aud Marguerite listened
to the poem, which was her own, read as Fed
could read anything which he thought unique.
Aud day followed day, aud then they length.
ened into weeks, and our city friends spent their
time wherever pleasure and inclination led
Now day at the home of KOte and Mary, and,
perchance, the following one at Marguerits's.
Bat it would seem that there was some ething
particularly attractive about al home Of Mar.
gucrite, perhaps il was the fresh mountsin
air. or the beautiful scenery, or may be the host.
ess herself--Ior Mr. Sigourncy for he would
often be found there by Dick seated near one OF
the kitchen windows, discussing with the lady
proprietor upon the merits Of authors, books,
pctu,es, scenery flowers, &C., aud watching her
as she compounded her bread, or trimmed
the crust of her pics, or perchance, washing
dishes, Eyes, you needn't shrug your shoulders
reader mine, she actually did wash dishes, with
Fred. Sisourney, Esq, watc ing her the while y
One afternoon as Fred. aud Dick were sit
ting under tree by the brook side. patiently
waiting for chance bite, Fred frightened fish
away from Dicks hook by exclaimins--" Dick,
how long do you suppose you would be incon-
solab!e if should tell you that there is some
prospect Of my one day becoming your cousinY"
mot for any great length of time, but which
one Of them, Mary or Katel" and Dick looked
up archly into his face.
"Oh my dear fellow. you are on the wrong
track altogether; il it does hOppen, it will be
through Margucrite'S ins,rumen,al:;y."
"Oh! Fred. my poor friend, yours is a mel
ancholy destiny. What a miserable lot is
yours Why should the fates be so perverse
Already | can See in imagination, your ink be-
spattered locks, your shapeess dickeys, your
buttonless shirts, and the heels of your hose iu-
vaIiably per GRATED! Can it be that such is
your doom p
"Come. Dick, now don't talk in engmas, but
tell me what you mean"
81 will. Do You remembar certain con-
versation that occurred between you and myself
one morning n, your Office, just tour weeks age
this morning 7"
al do. But what has that 10 do with ny
marrying Marguerite p
=" Ever thing in the world, my dear fellow
If my memory BE- not trea cherous, | suggested
that you marry al authoress; and do you moi
remember your reply? Aud here you are telin.
me cooIly that you expect TO marry 'blue >
absurd! Ridiculous Preposterous!
"Bu, Marguerite isn't one, she is splendit
house-kccper aud. moreover, perfectly neat ii
dress
90 But for all that she belongs to tha mucl
abused class. She is the author Of that piec,
of poetry you admired SO much, and Of man,
Others cun show you"
"Well, Dick" said Fred looking rather crest
fallen" man is short rt.sighted, you know, and
see that there is at least one exception to tn
general rule, where woman can combine lite
| raIy stlainments and domestic virtues AMI hay
no jarrng. But for all that have said, mus
have Marguerite"
"And here is my hand upon it, Fred, and
e congratulate you upon her, for she is nobl
:. girl"
y few days after the preceding conversation
the party returned home to New York, with tn
J, understanding, however. thst when Spring cam
Y again they should return, and then the marrisg
y Of Fred anI the au:horess should be consun
, mated, and although Dick protested that it wa
y Absurd! Ridiculous Preposterous FreJ
S would have it so.