The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1864-01-20
THE PERsEvERING BACH
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Mr. Peter Robinson wss a bachelor, stout
and almost forty Peter had never loved but
once, and the adcration of his heart had been
bestowed upon Miss kucy Poppleton but, a,asi
Peter had failed to express his passion at the
proper moment 3 or, in other words, had failed
TO come to time, and one day his heart was lac
Grated by receiving an envelop of cards, ar
nouncing that the delightful Lucy was about
to become Mrs Jimnaerson Crooks. -d4mei1f
- It was a terrible blow to Peter but he stag-
| gered up from it ind stin loved the object Of
! his. early passicns-at a distance Mrs jim,
merson Crooks fevelfsd in the saelieh of mat
4 Peter-aat q ldistances-by the nose for eve.
| years, at the end Of which time Mn. aJimmer-i
/ son Crooks chose to depart for another sphere,
leaving Mrs Jimmerson alone to mourn her.
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Once more Peters heart sprang from dust
/ and ashes, and looked forward to the time when
i the allctte Iperiod of mourning should be over,
and he conld pour forth the pent up agonies
of five years. and ask compensation in the hand
| is surely enough of time. will give her one;
year. Month and month rolled away until he
could stand it no longer. A siekish missiv-
I ing of the evils of delay, drove him to precip
4 itate the asking. When the tenth month
came he sought the widow at her home, and
with all ardor of long pent up love poured
forth his tale. The widow heard him-heard
him calmly unto the very end, and then, with
her delicately sperfumed handkerchief pressed
/ to her blushing cheeks told Peter that; she had
| only the week before promised her hand to DIR.
Stickleback and oh ] Why did not her dear
| friend speak before 4.
A second time was Peters heart torn into
! minute fragments, a second time was he sent
into the world to admire--at distance.
Time spedson; apd onoe more Peter began
to inspire hope. Perhaps Stickleback might
die; he certainly had an apoplectic look and
sure enough Peters perhaps turned out GER
tainty, and Mrs DIR. Thedosius Stickleback
was once more mourner. Peter had learned
too bitterly the dangers of delay to suffer any
such cause to stand between him and success.
| He would not give the widow year., not yet
| ten months-nay, lot even six hut the third
month he would go to her with his tale of love
deferred and so he did. We must transcribe
the Widows own words when the question was
popped. gA 81 f
ooh! Mr. Robinson, why did you mott come
| before r You know my esteem. for you -
| You know that / would have-set aside all 9th
sr offers for you but oh how can tell you
that only last evening ] promised Capt.
| Hawkins Poor, dear, sweat -Hawkias. he's
YOUR intimate friend, know I've heard him
speak so highly OF you Oh, why did you
not speak before, s.s s.
il And SO Mrs. Dr. Theodosius Sticklebaek
was tranformed into Mrs. Jonathan Hawkins;
and Peter was once more left to admire--at q.
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Still Peter Waited and hoped. Something
might turn mp, he argued, and. then he would
not allow himself toHbe tootsiate and some
| thing did turn up, the something being moth
ing more nor less than the redoubtable Cap
| tain who turned up missing having fallen
lsoverboard from the steamboa while out on a
! target excursion with his company, and sunk
like astone owing undonbtedbly, ito the pom
derous nature of his RESPONSE bilities.
The suddenness of this exit, ,as Peter argued,
must certainiy act with depressing force on the
widow, and he thought he would not give her
again time to recover and be admired, still cti-
quette demanded little time to intervene.
| Accordingly when, upon the tenth day after.
the meloneholy bereavement, Peter knocked
! at the widows door, bent upon his errand of
| love, he rather chuckled to himself that he
| was taking time by the forelock. The business
on which he came was quietly told, and once
more the widow was in sorfent of tears. RI
sob, Mr. Robinson," she exclaimed, hiding
/ her blushing face in her cambric, "why are
i you so unfortunate, and why am I !? You know
my esteem for you, but you are too late. am
| already engaged. You know Counselor Ketch-
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most intimate friend. He was with him, you
/ Know, when he was called away, aud was the
first to communicate to me the awful intelii-
gence.@He was such comforter, and have
promised to have him this day two months,
This time poor Peter vas crushed. He had
no words to express his Observation-Disclosures, but
to rush from the house and 60 on as before,
admiring at distance. = s
It was months before Peter even offered to
sencourag geshope, and even then it fickered.-
One day he was Walking in q adespondent mood
through one of the; upper ayenaes, when she
4 heard subdued shout, and started. From o
half finished building just in front of him, he
saw as he raised his eyes, stout Milesian
making gyrations in the air, from a height of
three stories; in company with coping stone
weighing somewhat less than half . ton-4the
two having slipped together from a ascaifolding
| at that height. He saw both Milesian and
stone full on the heads of two gentlemen pass
II ing, and the whole four were in an instant
mixed in an i1extrieable heap. Like all 9th
1 er spectators, Peter rushed to the rescue, only
to behold, between horror and JOY, the last
gasps of Counselor Ketchem ando the gentle-1
man who was waiking with him, and the per-
feet safety of the Milesiau and stone. rps
This time Peter would trust to no passing
of time. Without an instant'ss delay, more
than to satisfy himself that life was extinct,
he hailed a passing hack, aud then sped to the
/ mansion of the widowed Mrs. Counselor Ketclr
am.5 In words of the NEST delicate and andear-
| ing nature Peter communicated his intelligence
to the widow, and waited the result, and then,
between her sebs and tears, claimed her hand
! for the next act io., e.if yet as IS ,,,-~s
s:Oh, Mr.. Robinson" sobbed the widow,
! chow can you ask me such a thing How
could I know that you would be the first to-
bring me the news of my dear Ketcham's
decease Il You know how / esteem and re-
pect you, butt am already engaged J. s.sll
esEngaged !" shrieked Peter, ato whom n
| 81 promised, p responded the widow, between
her sohs 81 nrnniised q month ago-that if