Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1869-04-16

they never would have arranged them.
selves The house was so white, and the
garden so green, and the children so viv.
idly dressed that there was a small whirl.
wind Of "Ohs" and "ahs" But the cen.
trail figure was that of the other little boy,
who had an empty basket in one hand and
prize peach in the other. He was
chubby, sturdy little chap, and became
popular instantly. He looked very happy,
and so did his playmates, each of whom
held in his or her hand specimen of the
kindly fruits Of the earth.
Now, my dear children" said Mr.,
Slipkin, when he could make himself
heard, 81 want YOU tn look very hard at
that little boy" Mr.. Slipkin's emphasis on
that" " was one of the finest points ever
made in American oratorv. Ho has had
basket sent to him, al his school But,
instead of stealing away by himself with
it, like very selfish and wicked little boy,
that little boy has called dll his little COM
pari0ns around him, and has given one
thing to one and another to another, till
all that he has for himself is Cne single,
solitary PEAcHlp
Grand climax on the part Of Mr.. slip
kin, which brings down the house, Dr.
Gaylen applauding with the loudest
az asked you, children" Mr.. Sipllin
continues, "to look very hard at that lit
tie boy. And why, children? why did
ask you to lnnk very hard at thNv picture
and at that little boy? Because, children,
that is true picture, and that little boy
was real boy"
Profound sensation.
g" And now he's real man !"
Increased sensation.
"And his name is"
Brgathless suspense.
"You all know him"
Feverish impatieuce.
"DR. GAYLENll"
Thunders of applause, during which the
Doctor rushed wildly out of the building
Mr.. Slipkin after the exhibition, being
sent to look for him, finds him in the
deepest shadows on the other side of the
way.
"Gaylenl"
"Shpkin! Dear me how could you do
| that? l had forgotten all about i'll"
/ "Never mind. You and l and Jack
Stencil were at the Infants Retreat to.
| gether; and Jack remembered it and
| painted it, There's young lady waiting
| for you-Miss Bawn."
"For me? Where's Mr. Darrons?"
:" l rather think it's all up there. And,
look She's up there at the window look.
ing for you."
"Pn get my horse" says the Doctor.
The net profits from the Fair were
$1,000. Unfortunately, the very next
week, the stiff little steeple blew down
and it cost exactly that sum to put it up
again
Those cases of fracture are sometimes
very tedious! Not steeples but legs and
arms. But it was "real good D." of DR.
Gaylen-so the Misses Gadhy said-tc
drive out all the way from town to see his
poor patient; at first once week then
as he got better, twice as he continued tC
improve, every other day and ultimately
every day.
At last the Doctors patient is vel
enough to hobble to his cottage door anC
bid the Doctor goodby. In the di tancC
is the Rev. Mr.. Strate Westcott, with new
fifty.dollar bill in his pocket et,book. Thr
! Doctor is not in his buggy. He is in {
close carriage. He is not alone. A lady
is with him, young lady, who looks al
the happier for being there, and all tht
prettier for blushing.
AS the carriage rolls down the hill thi
lady, looking into little basket, says:
"There is just one peach left Charley
will you have it ?"
But the Doctor-there being nobody il
that shady road to catch him doing it
kisses her cheek and does not care mucl
about peaches. .-Ha1per's Weekly.