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

tort yet.
'There's no use talking, Uncle Bri-
an" said he the other day, ''you've
held out for forty-fv years, but shall
have blooming young aunt yet-Tm
certain of it,
you're fool, Charley" said 1 and
so he is
March 10.-House opposite just ia
ken by young widow, Circumstan-
ces beginning to look suspicious
Why couldn't she have taken the house
at the corner, or the one three doors
helow-both of 'em vacant since mid
summer. Brian Barlow, my friend,
you'd better look out for yourself
It's the seige of Richmond over again.
That widow means to have you, as sure
as you're alive!
MarcA 12.-Saw the widow at her
second story Window pretty young
thing, with big black eyes, and hair
blush black, and remarkably trim fig
ure Weeds always do set off the fe-
male form, however. The servants
say she is Mrs Trevor What do ]
care what her name is? Only / think
it's pretty cool piece Of impudcnce for
her maid to- come to my well for water
"Missis hopes I'll excuse the liberty,
but their plumbing is out of order
March 20-The widow sits at her
second story window together I keep
resolutely back of the curtains. No
YOU don't, Mrs. Trevor. Yesterday
she sent over to know the exact time
Of day-her clocks had all stopped
She has taken to gardening, too, and
very pretty her little white hands look
among the crocusses and snowdrow in
the front borders. 'sWhite hands, -
forsooth! What do I care whether
they are white or green?
AprI II don't know but that ]
had better sell out here, and go to Can
ada That widow is certainly making
dead set at me-a forward, design
ing mink, hut an uncommonly pretty
one. Imagine her standing at the front
gate to intercept mt, only this morn
ing, aad saying, in the most artless OF
voices:
''May I presume one instant on the
fact Of our being neighbors, Mr. Bar
low" chow the deuce did she find out
my name p 'sand ask you to change s
fifty dollar bill for me? My maid has
tried everywhere. but entirely withou1
success-do you tl4ink you could ,
mo, Madam, | could not" I an
swerel brusquely, putting my hands il
my pockets, and pulling my hat dowr
over my eyes. .'Haven't cent over
five dollars in my pocket good morn
ing
So / escaped that time. What is
this world coming to, I'd like to know
I'm only thankful it isn't leap year, o.
/ should certainly have the widow OF
her knees at my feet. 1t was no long
er ago than yesterday that, getting in
to q Broadway stage, ! saw her smil
ing under her Grape veil at the othe,
end of it. / jumped out again quickly
'sPlenty of room, sir" said an officiou:
passenger, but pretended not to hea
him. Yesterday afternoon / took th,
wicker basket, and went to market my
self; Thompson is a capital cook, bu
she's no judge of tender poultry, ant
just as l was pinching a fat CHECKER
under the wing, | happened to look up
right into Mrs. Trevor's eyes. Sai(
she had come after bunch Of celery
bnt ! knew better. Of course she wa
dodging me. Upon my word I'm get
ting prodigiously nervous. ! suppos
it would be of no use to appeal to th
police, and actually daren't tell Char
ley. That boy has no more reverence
than log Of wood, and l, at my age
> don't choose to be laughed at b,
a whipster of twenty six.
1pra 5.-During the last week I hav,
gone out ofmy back garden gate alto
gether. There's an ill-tempered dog {
several warlike geese, with great tast
for coat tails and the calves Of human
legs, in our back lot, but that is bette
than a widow. She met me comins
home day before yesterday, and trip
ped along by my side as innocent as
spring lamb. We had to pass churcl
door. / was thankful when we wer
safely beyond it. If she had takel
me by the arm, led me up to the altar
and said, ''Marry me on the spot."'
should have done it, I'm convinced
She asked me if didn't find it yer,
lonesome in the Harlem suburbs.
told her l preferred a solitary life
She went home and practiced Love
Young D cam on the piano forte al
the evening, with the French window
wide open. Hope she didn't take cold
I wish I was Robinson Crusoe OF
his desert island. There were no wild
ows there. I'll go down this very day
and put my house in the hands o
tho real astata aOents Canada Is