The Xenia sentinel. [volume] (Xenia [Ohio]) 1863-186?, 1865-03-31
XENIA, FRIDAY, MARCH 81, 1855.

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that it took away my appetite. But who
should care for food who could sit near
Wilhelmina Wicket, aud feel the folds
of her silken robe brush his knee-who
was absolutely permitted to pass her plate
for more turkey, and to see that she had
just a morsel more graVyp Not I for
one. A delicious certainty that my day
dreams were to be fulfilled, and that I
would one day call Wilhelmina my Owl,
possessed me.
That night drew her little note of in
vitatiOn from my bosom, and, kissing it,
repeated, allGding to the signature.
Remain Wilbelmina Wicket Oh,
no ! no not long, for I shall make you
Wilhelmina Paragraph. Does she not
smile upon my oily cousin for my sake +?
Yes, she had been very kind to Silas.
She continued to be So. So did her pa
pa. Also the members Of the firm Trumps
and Bungalee. They made Silas Peek
the fashion, and lovely girls called him
"a dear old creature
When we passed along the street peo-
pie ran to look at the proprietor of the
Peek Oil Farm, and then would whis-
per-.
That's his cousin Mr.. Pierre Paragraph
the poet So that l shone by reflected
light. The light of oil.
l began to see at last that poetry was
as nothing beside petroleum. That Silas
Peek was adored for his farms sake
That he was veritable lion. A man
bowed down to and adored. He had in.
fuence also; every man with whom he
conversed resolved at once to put his
money into oil.
I should myself if I had any.
At last narrowing suspicion dawned
upon me. It was idiotic. I laughed at
it. Yet it remained.
One day, when dining With Cousin
Silas at the Wicketts, it forced itself into
my miud. resolved to Danish it forever,
and seized the moment when the old gen
tleman and Cousin Peek were roaring
about lie, and we, Wilhelmina and I,
we're on the garden balcony.
Then began;
'Wilhelmina, you must long have
known
But she put up her hands and implored, |
please don't, Mr.. Paragraph
4 must, said 1.
rll go away if you do
NAY, stay and hear me.
'Oh dear Ple,e-e-ease-
'Angel, we have no auditors. Your
father and my cousin have forgotten all in
oil. My heart
'Oh, you mustn't say any thing about
your heartP cried Wilhelmina, in quite a
tragic way. Its wrong for me to hear it.
Wrong to hear my ferveut protestations
If alteration! Oh, Wilhelmina, I love you
better than my soul! l.
'Oh! what would Mr. Peek say? Do 90 !
away And she wrung her hands dispair-
ngly.
Mr.. Peek? I trust Mr.. Peek would
rot venture to utter word on the subject
said, haughtiIy. 4 accord him no such
privilege --
'OhI but he has, you know.
HAS what?'
'The FriVilege-the-the right. oh,
Mr. Paragraph, don't you know I've been
to Mr. Siar Peek afortnigbt?
l fell back fiat among the flower
,ots. When I picked myself up Will
lelma had Joined Silas Peek in the
1arlor. ... -
They had sold her for oil. Mr..
Fickett had put his money into oil
md added his daughter. Mr.. Frumps
md Mr.. Bungalee only wished that
were Mormons, that they
night give them their daughters also.
They had sacrificed her, driven me to
lespair, and established ''The Grand
2eek,s Farm Oil Company"
Next week she was married in Grace
Church. Silas asked me to be his
,roomsman, and I, for the first time
n our acquaintance turned on him and
,alled him an "oil-barrel."
Who cared? They've on their tour
to the oil farm, l suppose) as meriIy
s though had not uttered the Yindic-
i've words.
About three months afterward re-
member to have read something in a
Iaper about celebrated divorce case.
t appears that Mrs. Wilhelmina Peek
ad been in divers ways iIl-used.-
Among other things expatiated upon
y her lawyer were the facts that Mr..
'ilas Peek having invested all her for
une in oil-lands, had insisted on es-
ablishing his residence on the on-farm,
here it habitually raincd grees
nd, furthermore, had insisted on re-
lenishing the castor>cruets with pc
and had forced the delicate
to partake thereof. l
cad the announcement with great
usto. I attended court daily throug-
ut the suit. Yes, l have been aveng-
d
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