The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1866-04-13

ana afterwards at her pertlnaclty.
She looked at me rather curously, as if !
were some phenomenon.
Haven't you any more like it in your
head ?"
II don't know"
al should hope not, she said gravcly
"Why z"
Because It wouldn't be good for You.
There is something dreadful about it,
Really, Miss Vandermeyer," remarked
sarcastically, "you are peculiar. | don't
understand why you should want the pic
ture."
g. want it because in some moods | like
TO look at such things"
reflected moment
Can you afford to give twenty-five hun
dred dollars to indulge u mood?"
IF please" she said, with little saucy
shrug of her shoulders.
Very we'll viii cell it to you then -
her eyes gleamed-"upon condition that if
choose may some day buy il back"
knew you would sell it to me," she
said with an air of triumph. You'll never
want to buy it back
"Why not :"
"You won't be ricl. enough. Artists are
always poor, are they hot 2"
did not answer, but stood in naughty
silence.
She glanced up at me and then her eyes
filed with sudden tears.
Did | wound you? never meant TO do
So"
was Modified directly.
"T see you did not"
"You'll forgive me, then ;" with smile
like sunshine. "Will yon call upon me TO.
morrow and receive the money for !he pic
ture?" She put card into my hand, and
looking at me with the fraukest, sweetest
face in the world, said, "Now would you
be good enough to take me to my friends
am 80 near-sighted can't see across this
great gallery"
Near.sighted-wi those eyes ~ 1t
was bluntly put. but was no courtier in
those days, and could only hope that she
would recognize the compliment and for.
give the awkwardness. But she startled
me.
AYES. They don't look so, do they2"
with the most charming simplicity.
took her across the gallery under a
whole artillery of glauces, bowed my adieus
and left her. Reuacing my steps, | met my
friend Mason.
"Delafeld, my dear fellow, what in the
name of all that's wonderful have you been
doing?" he exclaimed.
2" Nothing that has any harm in it, hope"
What haven't you been seen for halt
an hour in close confab with Miss Wander.
meyer; and didnt YOU
And what of it?'
s" What oft? why, Miss Vandcrmcver
is worth FIVE hundred thousand dollars :"
Indeed!"
And is the sauciest, severest, most low
able, most provoking little witch that ever
xisted---with only one fault in the world"
What is that?"
Why her fortune is such terrible bug
bear. She wants to be wOoed for her own
sweet self /; but she knows how potent are
the charms of gold and so the poor little
Crce is doomed to perpetual celibacy-tor
shell never dare accept anybody"
How dreadful What a misfortune it
is to be worth fortune
Mason left me, aud saw him circling
round Miss Vaudcrmeyer, in company with
a troop of other foolish moths, all the rest
of the evening ; and the lady, holding her
self loltily in her queenly grace, minded
them not in the least. AS for mo, made
vow that night, sitting before my small fire,
that I'd not fall into her train or lose my
heart to her.
was not going to think anything more
about her. indeed. found, however, that
Miss Nandermeyer danced before my eyes
as soon as shut them aud her voice, like
sweet bells, was all the time ringing through
my head 1t being mauilestly impractica-
beto forget her that night, resolved to
begin to do so in the morning. But in the
morning Iawoke from my brief, feverish
sleep, profoundly impressed by the near
approach of some extraordinary evclt. Up
ou little reflection | remembered that
was to call upon Miss Vandermeyer that
day.
/ went, and footman ushered me into a
spacious drawiug-room, where it seemed
that all sorts of beautiful things were
grouped in picturesque confusion. had
not waited half minute before Miss Van
dermeyer came in and said, if pleased, |
was to go up stairs to her den.
We went over carpets soft as moss, up
fight after fight, till we reached the upper
story. Then Miss Nandermeyer pushed
aside : door, and entered what seemed a
fairy bower. had left winter out of doors,
here it seemed as if summer had been wooed
to linger all through the year. The atmos
phere was warm and fragrant with bios
soming flowers. A soft light came in
through the ground glass, bringing ont the
marvellous beauty of the pictured faces and
landscapes that were everywhere. An odd
ly carved writing-desk stood in one corner;
a little buhl table with some pretty work
upon it occupied another-tokens of the
strange, beautiful girl who made the place
her home.
"Come here said Miss Vandermeyer,
leading the way across the spacious room.
l followed, aud saw my picture hung up
in fit company, one or two weird faces
above aud beside it, and companion piece
"a desolate moor, wild crag, and an eagle
sailing heavily through an empty, grey sky
just opposite.
How do you like it?" said Miss Van
dermeyer.
VERY much. 1t could not be better
placed"
Z" This is my chamber of horrors.
come and sit here when Ifeel fierce" she
said with an air of frankness.
Fierce ?"
Yes. When things don't go as like
Do not you find a great many things very
provoking ?"
lido but you-I shouldn't think you
could be annoyed" She gave me a sudden
look ~ So
"whyl Because am rich ?"
Partly"
"You don't know anything aboutit, then,
if you think that one can't be miserable
with fortune wish yon had it and
then you'd see,' she said with the prettiest
air OF veXation
] wish had"