The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1867-02-07

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ice! Brian Barlow, your destiny is ap
preaching, dodge it as you will. Let
me see if I can collect myself sufficient
ly to note down the appalling events
Of this morning.
dogs and the geese. was tired-nat
urally a little fatigued, for I'm not
young; so put my red silk hand
kerchief over my head, and sat down
in my easy chair for a nap, with MY feet
on the window sill! / must have slept
nearly an hour, for the sky was bright
with sunset when | closed my eyes, land
the stars where shining when | was
reused by continued and energetic
rapping at my door, which / had lock
ed without particularly thinking about
the matter.
I sprang up and opened the door,
fully expecting to see thieves, burglars,
ora posse of policemen from the near.
est station-house.
Nothing of the sort. AS I oEened
the door whom should / see hut-the
widow!
ooh, Mr. Barlow do call for help
your house is on fire. saw it from
my windows; oh, what should | have
done if anything serious should hap
pen to-"
And the widow tainted then and
there in my arms, with her pretty hair
falling about her face, and her little
hands limp and motionless.
[ carried her to the sofa as soon as
I could, and in almost less than min
ute the room seemed to be full of peo-
pie Charley was there, and the ser
wants, and old Mrs. Brinsley, who lives
next door, and the foreman Of the Di-
ma Engine Company, and nobody
knows who else. For the house aCas
on fire. Thompson, who is getting old
and stupid, had set her candle too near
/ the muslin curtains in the dining ON,
and the result was charred window
frames, spoiled paper an up holstery,
and very narrow escape from some
thing more serious. However,, We
were soon quieted down oncemore, and
I had-of course--to take Mrs. Tre-
vor home, w:.A her Land slipped
through my arm. s'.@ttt
4 To think of her bright little eyes be-
ing first to see the peril with which we
were encempasscd But I don't think
she ought to have shown quite SO much
interest in my safety. 1t isn't quite
feminine, is it? or womaniy, or what
ever the term is 1t is too evident that
she is in love with me; really she
should gloss over the matter a little
and yet it's rather fattering to a fel-
low! i L
"Charley," said I, when was safe
at home once more, did not declare
myself on that occasion, although the
artful little puss led out for it several
times in most diplomatic manner, land
it was all l could do to hold my own
. against her. "Charleyr p
"Well, uncle"
''Doyo know what I've pretty much
made up my mind to do ?"
$50 to Canada - .
Canada !---be hanged! No, I've
abandoned that preposterous ida. Let
those who want perpetual blue nosses
and colds in their heads go to Canada
I prefer the salt breezes and healthful
atmosphere Of New York. 1855 -
s'But, Uncle Brian, the real estate
agent
''Tll take my property off from his
books tomorrow"
sFBut understand he has sold youl
house already
"The deuce he has! Who has bot
it?"
Il have"
: "You have? Upon my word, you're
remarkably cool young man, must
say. What possessed you to buy it p
''W ell, uncle, rather like the old
, place. and the idea Of its passing into
other hands wasn't altogether agreea-
bic to me; and I've scraped little
money together, and SO / bought it.
"Well, never mind, my boy, I'm glad
you're so beforehand with the world
There are plenty Of other houses to be
had in case carry out that plan, on
which I am yretty well decided. y
''And what is that plan, uncle,
always provided it don't happen to be
a secret %
'sNo secrecy at all about the matter
Charley. I'm thinking of being mar
ried"
Charley brought both his hands
down upon the table with a ringing
slap.
''the best thing you could possibly
, do, uncle Brian
had not expected snch hearty co
operation on his part.
f "Do you really think so, Charley? !?
, tEThink sOi I'm sure of it. A sin