The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1866-12-14
Selected Story. tjIil..
now MARK OsGOOD FOUND A WIFE.

When the theaters were letting out in
days when tEeater hours were later than
they are now, there stepped forth into the
frosty night, amidst a crowd of other play
goers, man OF five and twenty, above the
middle hight, broad -shouldered, light
haired, and b,ue.eyed--a very handsome
man, and dressed in a style whiclIy costly
and elegant, Became him wonderfully we'll,
Yet handsome, wealthy, and a0pleasure-
seeker, as he plainly was, there was look
upon his face which sroke of discomfort
and weariness. The look, too, Of one who
has plunged into dissipation for the sake of
driving away thought And this, indeed,
was the case. Jilted by one TO whom be
had given lis hearts best love, Mark Os
good, a youtjg millionaire, with naturally
Iftine endowInelts of mind andl heart, had,
for some two or three years pursued life
which threaieneil 60 rob him alike ol health
and fortunes ''''t' '.'''..'. - '9siss
Ete 4gahbed, he drank, he acted The prof
ligate in theu1end ways, and all wi hout
even the E,]se gayety WHICH, IS Stimulates
mahy lneu to-suell courses. In fact from a
promising and oXcelleut youth, he had BIZ
come almost 9, prchigate. Still much good
Iremaihed in him-Bo much that it was q
pity to q see him turn his steps toward a
gamble.den, where, in all probability, he
would not Only squander his BOrey, but
drink away his senses before daylight. ,nD
| He Was within some hundred feet of the
| door of the saI0on toward which he was
| hastenilIg, when there came aaltue wai
upon his cara cry almost like that of al
infant, and looking down, Marx Osgood saw
upon the pavement, close beside him, the
figure of ciiild-a little girl not more thar
| five years old SHE wore, what seemed to
be handful Of rags. and her tiny feet and
iacmly bead wero bare. A more miserable
leoliect the moorlheverlooked upon, ahdt
moan she made touched the young mans
lheart He paused knelt down, and caught
it as it pattered past. ....s-gt,.f. ,..,.r,
Stop little one, he said ",what brings
yoli out this-time of night? where do you
live where's your mother?H- s's rE's'
The child struggled to escape, At 6rst,b9
when the last question, came, it Stood stlll
ardianswered with sob: t.ussf.1 r.i
Ii Ileayen--I wantto go there
"You are on the right road then, this
W nier night-half naked, and starving too
fancy" said Mark oegOpd 70 himssel
| Then he began 10 QuestjoniFgaln. ~.
Where do you live e
z Iodon't know" ...,b,,,a. 49,, "a,
Who takes care of your
Nobody et v. 49,. 4sssl'9 ror.
| III looks like it. Haveyou had any sup
pef?"
81 don't want SUPPER want inimmy,
4 and the child lpeganto crysl ilr lpte.k
Marx Osgood eudeaDored TO remembe
some portions of his childish edueations
You want to go to Heaven doYop Z" h'
4 asked. It,appears TO me remember he
4 ing told that children who cried never wen
10 HeaverE aand am perfeclly sure, iha
Der that"
! The child understood, and the effects Q
this doubtful moral teaching was, at least
to silence her. Then the moon witnessed
phenomenon. Mark Osgood, the dandy
| tie dashipg gambler the man q. betIinl
! books, shouldering a ragged Child, am
] walking away with her in the most sell-ips
sessng fashion.
4" Welmust have some supper he said
a. but it won't do TO be too fashionable al
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