Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1871-03-10
Murray, an energetic "That's her !" burst

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THAT'S who, Mr.. Carleton p inquired
his astonished companion.
"That? Why--she-will you take some
negus, Mrs. Allerton ?" he said, suddenly
recollecting; but his eyes were following
Miss Barton, and he scarcely heard the re-
ply. That's her!-yes, I'm sure of it.
How scared she looks There's something
unpleasant on her mind, conclude, She's
very pretty, though. / wonder If she has
got my 6drte. Ha hal what spree
Lemonade? Yes madam, I'll fetch you
some" And he darted away, fully deter
mined not to return to that part of the
room for some time
A servant was standing near the door,
and Mr.. Carleton addressed him in an un-
dertone: lH'
What is the name of that young lady
standing near the fireplace, and talking
to my grandmotherY
with the red flower in her hair, sir?
That's Miss Barton, sir. She came with
Mr.. Frances and his daughters. She was
here last Christmas, SIR
Jack worked his way dexterously round
the room, and by the time he was within
ear.shot of the young lady there was a
cry to put out the lights for snap dragons /;
and while they went out with Whit, a
sharp spring placed him at her side. Miss
Barton-Maggie-how do you dor" .,
There was little glow from the fire,
just enough for him to see the shiver his
words caused. She raised her dark eyes,
with shade of displeasure overcoming
her fear but of course he could not see
that, and he continued to murmur unintcl-
ligible nothings, till, in common polite
ness, she was bound to murmur unintelli-
| uih Of ho nly ofrai Rtttn nf
the ice had to be broken. F" shall arrive
at the deep waters of friendship, by.and
by" said Mr.. Carleton, to himself. He
was apt to be carried away by poetical en-
thusiasm, at times.
A few more sentences, and then, while
the rest were pressing round the burning
dish, Jack made a bold stroke.
Do you know you owe me kiss, Miss
BartonY"
The experience of the last few hours
had already reduced her to state of mute
resignation. Nothing he could say would
much astonish her now, so to this remark
able question she only answered, "Do II"
"Do you? Why yes, Maggie. Don't
you member Jack CarletonY"
"Are-you--Jack Carleton :" came from
lips that were returning to their natural
color.
Yes, indeedl" he replied. Gam SO
much altersd?" Perfect astonishment
and silence.) And you owe me a kiss, "
Jack continued; "you remember that,
don't you, Maggie? I'm going to have it
now"
Quick as thought, an impromptu kiss
was taken in the dark, while the rest were
burning their fingers, and then shrieking
in the usual senseless way that people dc
in these days.
Well, by degrees Miss Barton became
more reconciled TO the existing state ol
things; so by the time the blue flame
waxcd dim, and the raisins were all con.
sumed, it seemed the most natural thing
in the world for Mr.. Carleton to place her
hand upon his arm and march her off to a
quiet corridor for tSte-a-tete, while the
company in the great hall were flying up
and down to the tune of "The Parson
kissed the Fiddlers Wife,"
What can't be cured must be endured
Here was this young gentleman-s
stranger for years-taking the most com
plete possession of her, and all the time
his likeness was in her Lara as that of hel
future husband; SO, of course, when aftel
about two golden hours, spent in eacf
others society, he requested the honor o.
her hand, what could she say but Eyes :
| -lOI was IL uOI nCA ldlS uo IplN ny tlt
stars by a wonderful astrologer? o.
course she said yes.
Then, in a perfectly cool and collected
manner acquired on the Continent, Mr.
Carleton took Miss Barton in to supper
and joined in the festivity just as if nothing
had happened out of the common. HI
was quite satisfied for his part, Maggie
Barton was the prettiest girl in the room
an orphan with three hundred pounds a
year in her own right, and the ward of MI
Frances, the husband of the squire's Sc
cond daughter. She-NIiss Barton-wai
the sort Of girl fastyoung men call "a stun
ner." She was pretty dancer, could SIM
songs of the "Barny O'Hea" school in |
ringing soprano voice, and play all tn
waltzes of the season. Could sit square il
her saddle, handle gun, or hit the bull
eye three times out cf four at an archer.
meeting.
In fact, I believe, with all his careless
ness, she was hardly the sort of girl Jacl
Carleton would have chosen for wife
had he waited to form an opinion; but h
acted upon impulse; and, strange to say
he never had occasion to repent, for Mag
gle was the sweetest and tenderest Q
wives. But her secret was her secret fol
ever.