Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1869-03-19

and IL was Lizzie's turn to stay st home
and superintend the preparation for
dinner.
We were accustomed TO eating good din.
ners on Sunday, as it was the only time
we could all eat that meal together and
take our time at it We all enioyed those
Sunday dinners keenly. 0'-l- i
just before the folks started TO church,
Clara and, Lizzie were talking earnestly
together, and Clara said, " Yes, you ought
to do it. and do it at once" l gave NO
heed to the words then, but afterward
knew what they referred TO. la
Father had a sort offhslf.library, half.
office, up stairs, and there Bob and |
went; he to take q smoke and myself to
read. ... ...t ......
After we had been there a short time
Lizzie tapped at the door and walked in.
l asked her II she would have cigar, to
| which she made no reply, but walked di.
rectly toward Bob, who involuntarily got
up to meet her. tIt fIG-A
| saw that they were about to make up
their quarrel but as I had been present
at half a dozen nlake-ups of theirs only
thought II necessary to gaze, with sudden
interest, out of the window.
| Lizzie commenced "Mr. Carver, ]
/ was rude; l was provoked at what you
said at the table, and so forgot myself I'm
sorry"
wished had gone out but they were
between me and the door, so I did not
know what to do.
Bob maintained an awkward silence for
a few seconds. began to feel interested.
knew that that was pretty much of an
apology for Lib to make to any one, and !
mentally said If he did not accept it as
frankly as it was offered, he was a-well,
not what thought him.
Lizzie must have grown tired of his
silence, for she had turned around from
the window, when Bob said "Stop." She
| turned toward him and he continued
Lizzie, don't think l am such brute
as not to accept your apology. l was only
at a loss to find words to express my regret
at having provoked you into saying what
| you did 1t was all my fault" ..aa
"No, it wasn't" curtly returned Lizzie
and mentally concluded that they would
quarrel over this.
But Bob continued seriously, and in a
most lugubrious tone, said, "Well, may
be it isn't. guess it is fate. II is the re.
| suit, suppose, of oversensitiveness TO
your indifference---or dislike"
"Bobl" exclaimed Lizzie.
"It's true" he said, az can't help feeling
that you don't like me, and my uneasiness
leads me to act so as to increase your aver
SION"
wished had gone. They seemed to
be settling not only their last quarrel, but
all they had ever had.
You had no right to say that, Bob
You-know--l don't-dislike you," said
Lizzie, actually breaking down and sob
bing. r., t.sear
guess he must have concluded that he
knew it, for he took her in his capacious
arms just as passed them on rapid re
treat, terribly ashamed of not having gone
in the first place.
do not know what took place after
left, but so far as dinner was concerned
Lib might as well have gone to church.
Bridget got it all right, however, and !
think It was about the hsppiest one we
ever did eat -..---
Happiness is contagious, and there
was enough Of it in LiEzie's eyes alone
to have inoculated whole regiment will
joy.
believe Clara saw the state of affairs
at once, and shared Lizzie's Joy TO the
greatest possible degree.
Father and mother seemed to accept the
=" era OF good feeling" without explana
ton, while Bob was insane.
He asked father about the sermon
and on being assured that it was ar
excellent one, said he would take little
of it.
Father asked him, "WhatP" and hi
said potatoes"
He helped himself to spoonful, and
then deliberately took a spoonful of but.
ter.
Mother significantly asked him if he
thought smoking agreed with him, and
he told her yes, he considered it delight
full exercise; and as he gave her this
novel assurance, he reached for the mo
lasses and poured 1t over his potatoes and
hutter.
This was too much for Clara and me
and we burst into an uncomfortable q
OF laughter, which recalled Bob to hil
senses; and, blushing crimson, he cor.
fessed that he was absent minded, as he
had just been able to see his way clear il
a matter which had troubled him fol
months.
He then heartily joined in the genera
laugh at his mistakes; Lizzie also ioininI
in, and blushing pink accompaniment L
his deep crimson flush.
Bob and father took q smoke in the OF
fee that afternoon, and mother and tn,
girls held conference in the parlor;
l
When I came back Clara said, "You'rt
a gump."
Without any idea OF what that nigh
be, meekly assented, and said, 81 had NJ
idea Of what was coming thought Bol
wanted you instead of Lib"
"You're all the worse guInp for that
said she; "and for fear you can't Sc,
something else in time, I'll tell you nov
that I'm engaged to Mr. BAyne."
thought the marrying days of the yea
had come, and went off to my room {,
indulge in delightful dream Of my owl
marriage, in the far-off future, with Mag
gle Cranston.
Five years have passed since then
Clara and Lizzie got married, of course
and l stood up at their weddings Clari
keeps house. Bob and Lizzie still live a
our house, and father insists that they al
ways shall.
do not think Jim Bayne SO stupid as
once did. Three years in the fish and oi
business, as junior member of the firm O
Martin & Son, have damaged nv poeti
enthusiasm, while Bayne's seems, some
how or other, on the increase.
have not married Maggie Cranston. Il
fact, do not know her. We did not keel
up our acquaintance long after she left tn
boarding school where she was when 81
fully expected to marry her, and though
l could not get along without her.
lam still youthful bachelor, awaiting
an opportunity TO quarrel with som
young lady, as Bob Carver did with on
Lizzie; but / don't want any nineteen
year-oid brothers on hand at the reconcil
IL Eeortf Ia e "a
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