Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1869-10-01

on Monday and ON Thursday, when her |
sore throat was SO bad that She could not 1
20 out with me lg.. ......
Yes, Sir" replied she; "it was the
same two
Emily jane said I, sclemnly, "always !
tell the truth. IknO,o al. Where is your |
mistress gone to all by herself to-day, with |
her hair so neatly arranged, and flower |
stuck in the left-hand side of her head /
and that after telling me she was too busy |
to move out. Ooncealment is worse than |
useless. Where is shel'f EN
8 2Wild horses shouldn't do it," returned |
the domestic resolutely. 81 told her I !
would keep it dark, and won't betray !
no confidence as has been reposed in me |
You must find 1t out all of your own head !
Sir. oh dear, oh dear ~
Here, to my confusion, Emily Jane cast
her apron, by a sudden and deXtrous
movement, over her features, and in that
blinded condition rushed down the kitchen
stairs like bull stung by bees.
at that moment the front-door bell rang
with a violence such as none of our
visitors, except the captain, ever dare to
use. My wretched heart seemed to eXpe
riencea little throb of Joy. lie at least,
then--and l confess my suspicious had
been turned in his direction, for was it
not his profession to guard us from foreign
foes, and to destroy our domestic peace
he at least, I say, unless there icdS more than
one dared not trust myself to finish
the reflection, but opened tho front,door
with my own hands.
1t was somebody in uniform, but not
the captain. "Telegrdph for Mrs. r."
squeaked the boy, in his shrill thin voice;
"please to sign on the right and side"
Then dancing a double shuttle upon the
door step, in order to keep, himself warm,
he broke forth into ballad "Thcre's
somebody in the house with Dinah, there's
somebody in the house l knOU there's
somebody in the house with Dinah-'
didn't like his impudence, and i didn't
| like his song, but there was nothing forit
but to submit. What could Anna Maria
be doing with tclegraphs? FF0'n Rupert
| MerTiHgtOn, 9 Oupid0R Villas, 50. Johns
| WOOD. Prdy be pURct,tnL tafs,tinle., 1 am
| ongdged after ttceloe ~ ItruSt you SoiH be
looking yo,lr best, not pale, as on Monday
and 1hUrSddy H.tt .h
"There's somebody in the house with
| Dinah, there's somebody in the house |
k1s0ao-" rushed out with the receipt in
my hand, and the boy snatched it, and
took to flight, for he saw that was danger
Gus. What could this dreadful message
mean? or rather what meaning could it
have but one? Rupert Merrington I not
at all a steady-sounding name, to begin
with; the sender, too, was evidently no
businessman, or he would not have cX-
ceeded his twenty words so foolishly. 1t
had military smack all over (and didn't
like that notion-a military smack y.
Merrington was of course an assumed
name. The handwriting was good, and so
far unlike the captains; but then people
can't write there own telegraph messages.
| felt that some immediate action was
necessary, or that | should be sutfocated.
In couple of minutes | was in Hanson
bound for Cupidon Villas, in state of
mind easier imagined than described !. and
yet had often read descriptions of it in
novels which professed to describe aristo
cratic life, and often had seen upon the
stage although principally in farces) the
husband racl1ed by jealous pangs.
What had there been to laugh at in that
I wondered now? Why should tht
tenderest emotions of the human heart be
made the subject of button But what
a wickedlooking set of houses were thes,
which | was now passing! If bricks and
mortar-and especially stucco-can looE
vicious, certainly st. Johns Wood pos
sesses Il patent for
,"What number, Sir?" shouted my
driver, through the little hole in the roof
"THiS is Cupidon VILLAS"
al am sorry to hear it," groaned /, pass
ing my pocket handkerchief over my brow
Don't mind me, my good man +" (or hi
| countenance evinced much dismay at my
: voice and manner); 81 know it is not youl
fault that l am miserable. Please to pull
up at No. g."
OF all the wicked looking houses in Gu
, pidon Terrace, No. was it seemed to me
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formed its staircase winked viciously in tht
! sunlight, and in the garden door was lit
tie grating, as though forthe purpose o
reconnaissance before admittance, whicl
was not little grating to me. The draw
ing-room shutters were closed. This lat
ter circumstance gave me some satisfaction
| since il might signify that Mr. Merringtol
; was dead, but alglance at the gay attire O
, the servant-girl who answered my sum
, mons cut away this ground of consolation
, "Is Mrs r. withn?" inquired |, wit
: tone of assumed Indifference
," Well--yes, Sir-7but YOU; can't see he
just at present. Mr.. Merrip gton has
t great objection too
A "Confound Mr.. Merringtonp cried
I pushing my way in. 81 want to see IN
4 wife"
: "0h, your wife is it, Sr?" replied tn
!, !, maid, witha,giggle. "Then of course yo
+ can go up, if you please, although it's a
much as my place is worth. You will fin
: them in the drawing-room."
= "What there ?" exclaimed. /, passion
o ately, pointing to the closed windows
u "Yes, of course, Sirl That's the ROOF
d they always sit in"
/ They dlioayS sit in Then this sort {
n thing must have been going on for years
e / cleared the Two little flights of stail
IS in couple of bounds and hurled open til
drawing-room door like catapult.
l found myself in large apartmen
darkened, indeed, upon one side, but we
?; lit by a huge window (nvisible from I'll
: front of the house, at its northern en-
II In the centre of the room was a raise
y structure, hung with purple, and ratht
resembling a scatfold decorated for Il
u execution of royalty and upon the sea
7. fold sat my wife in an uncomfortable a
q mtpde, and with an expression bf1cOul
Z; tenancethat she only wears Upon itho
~ eeremoni0us jdehnand VIII
are called company manners" BetweC
y, her and the window stood gentlems
r with mustaches, and in velvet coat
i'd an easel, and evidently painting her pc
n trait He elevated his eyebrows at II
W peculiar mode sof entering the rool
r. andAooked toward my wife, as If for 1
l, explanation of the phenomenon.
a at is only my husband, Mr. Merrin
ton," returned she. "Oh, John, am
e, sorry that you found me out, for hi
l meant my picture to he pleasant surpri
IT to you upon your birthday next wee
re This was to be my last sitting but on
as and nobody knows the trouble l ha
taken to Keep you Ignorant or my comii
nd here. That stupid Emily Jane must ha
u a.. IT "a
is 'cNo, my dear, said + "fdiseovered t
H. fact for myself through the telegraph a.
40 rssliY I-T1 SqgtdFlt hlap ePmias dorm
ak see how the picture was getting on -
H. was SO very kind of you. And, dear n
er Mr.. Merrington, what charming lh
ness $3.50 -e saai- w sslfac ir
ce "Well, it's not in a very good light, y
" see," reioined he, deprscatipgly. N
le, having a room with sky-light I'm oblig
p to block up those windows, and mana
.le how can. 1t makes the house dark, an
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