The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1865-03-01

regularly attends the meeting OF that Meth |
odist preacher, Mr.. Stalman, twice q week, |
suppose you have heard OF himp lIo |
turns tho people regularly mad with his
preaching Many of them come tlIroo or
four miles, aud return homo in the dead er |
the night. Jano leaves her cottage at six, |
though tho preacher docs not commence
till eight, and she retarns about eleven,
which is shameful conduct in a young girl,
in my opinion, sir" h.. ....
Certainly it is, Mrs. Steen," replied
Peter. "She had better keep at her work.
She looses a shilling week at any rate by
her nonsense. | now understand why she
earns less than she should do, for she is q
clever and q nice scanstrcss, and no mis-
take. However, she is old enough 20
mind her own business; but II is great fol.
ly in her; and if any other of the girls fol.
low her example, 4 will put stop to il
at cncc. You may toll them that"
Mrs. Stcen dropt her courtesy aud went
Il wish,'' murmurcd Peter between his
teeth, 81 wish could sew up that preach
CT in mattress and send him to tho South
Seas. The natives would then have bed
and breakfast in one parcel"
A few weeks after this conversation,
Mrs. Steen one morning came up to Potter,
1ls
to hold regular evening meeting in the
neighborhood.
do you know whore il is to bol''
asked Peter, somewhat in a voice of
| alarm.
"Yes, sir; il is to be at Covert tho join
er's. lie has large shed, as you know.
| am told hc let's it at two shillings AN
evening" .....
Very well. Has Mr., Kollman come
down YETI
ayes, ho is in the office. saw him
como up the yard minute or two ago.
| Away went Peter to the Office. ibid.
"Sir, If you want the people not to stop
at six you must at once hiro the joiner's
shed near the bridge"
"The joiner's shod?r asked Mr.. HOLMAN,
rubbing his eyes. "Iou don't mean to
try to Join mattresses with nails, aud to
stuff them with shavingsp"
mo, sir; but the Methodist preacher is
about to hold evening meetings there,
and you may be sure he will make com.
pletc mess of the whole district and of our
works." ,...t
"Confound the frllowr' cried Mr.. Kol-
man. OF course we must steal n march
upon him. But what are we to do with
the shedT .-.H8 .. ...r f. B..
Il hear" replied Pctcr, "that the owner
| only lets it for two evenings in the week.
II occurred to me we might as well adapt
il as a sowing school for the little girls.
Mrs. Stecn may easily spare couple of
evenings to give them lesson. Wen get
excellent seamstresses after some time by
that means"
"Capitalr exclaimed Mr. HOLMAN. "Tlat
will shut the humbus out. But, Ill toll
you what, Peter, hire the shcd in your
own name. 0fcoursc will give you the
money. You understand mo. 1t must ap-
pear as private affair Of your, own. You
see it would not do for ono Of my standing
in society to enter into an open war with
that sort of common'class. r., r
That sanc day it was known throughout
the whole neighborhood that Peter Barends
the foreman, had uverreaohed Mr.. St.lnan,
and taken the joiner's she'd. Mr.. Stalman
did not trouble himself to look after another
place, for he knew that though poor Potter
was the foreman, yet rich Mr. holman was
the rcarman. BESIDES. the district only
contained small laborers' cottages; the
ioincr's shed was the only suitable room
in the neighborhood.
Matters now kept quiet for somc time
and Peter enjoyed his SUCCESS amazingly.
lie every now and then paid visit 10 the
little school, anl so did his wife. Having
no family Of her own, she soon became
a regular visitor, to talk with the little
things. to tell them the stcries of tom
Thumb" and "Puss in Boots" and to treat
them to apples or walnuts. She also
taught them to sing songs as
"There was a little devil,
s-.sa Ills tail was two yards long" etc. t
"John gave his wife beating.
g t She beat him in her turn" etc. 'l
"ITow nice, Mrs. Barendsp' Mrs. Stcen
woull often remark. you arc perfect
schoolmistress ma'am. Pity you have no
children of your own. How nicely they
would be trained!'l sarf8s i.s. .rs.i~,ra
"Ay, Mrs. Steen," would she reply, "you
see I have not forgotten the lessons
learnt at school. Poor little thingi Let
them have little bit Of fun. It's great
deal better than that Methodist cant and
bawling psalms, with faces drawn down
to tho third button hole OF the jacket"
at is, indeed, ma'am. Aud the girls at
the factory all kept at their work except
Jane Moling, ct course, the foolish crea'
tu, e." s .,.s,-.s..-- "a, 49, g. f.--. -
by the by Mrs Stecn, where does that
girl five? Is she the tall slender person
with the red chequered apronH" Eai 1'aF
mot at all, maam. Why, don't you
know her? She wears white apron and
a muslin bonnet. She lives next to the
grocers, over the bridge"
"Well, / think ! must go and see her
some day. must know what there is un-
der that going to the meeting, wet or dry,
I'm sure there's love story lying at the
bottom"
Mis- Barends was quite right there. 1t
was love story, but one of an infinitely
higher nature tllaa she conceived OF. ID.
But Mrs. Baronds was too much engaged
TO think about such abstract things as love
and faith, and eternity and the like. True,
she had no family 10 look after, nor had
she to attend to her husband, for he was
at his business all the day, aud only peeped
in at noon for his dinner, which was too
plain to require much cooking or baking
Yet Mrs. Barends' time was so dreadfnlly
taken up that she could not possibly think
Of looking even for one moment into her
Bible, which with gilded edges and silver
clasp, neatly bound in brown morocco, was
lying in the corner of the uppermOst draw
er of her chestnu. bureau, bounded on ono
side bya carved ivory fan. and on its 9th.
or aide by pair Of gloves carefully
spread ont, so that thumbs and fingers per-
fectIy covered one another. For there was
so much TO clean and to brush every day,
that even Sunday morning was often called
into service to make up for what its pre-
ceeding six sisters had left undone DO