Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1871-11-10

pleS were as Drlel as courtesy WOulu
allow. Those of the guests who had
known Egbert, ventured once to inquire
concerning him, but the black scowl
that distorted Warren Hereford's brow
silenced present queries, and warned
them not to touch upon the subject III
the future That this should create
much wonder and speculation was but
natural. and that some of the company
should seek to probe the mystery, was
an inevitable sequence. Egbert Here
| ford had been a universal favorite and a
priced friend; and those who had the
pleasure of his society easily interested
| those who had not, so that absence soon
| became the prevailing private topic
One day several ladies expressed Il de-
sire to visit the picture-gallery, and Phil
| lip was ordered to conduct them hither
They had examined and commented
upon the portraits of the warlike ances-
tors of the present owner of the estate,
when Cora Parkhurst-a lovely bru-
nette, and drughter of Sir George Park
hurst-beckoned Phillip TO her side, and
pointing to a large, full-length painting,
enthusiastically said:
THAT is Egbert: am sure it is"
eyes, my lady, yes" sighed the old
man; "and fine as it is, it does not do
the dear lad justice. See those eyes,
how blue they are, and the hair, just
like gold, and the face white and clear,
some think it womaBish my lady, but he
was man all over-man in spirit, muscle
and heart, man in principle"
at is very handsome" unused Cora,
gazing dreamily at the canvass ole
was not obstinate and arrogant was he ?
thought he could not be, because there
is q tenderness in the face that would
seem to indicate benevolence and a
natural kindness.
"Gour eyes tell you truly, my lady.
There is not a man, woman or child on
the estate but has felt his noble heart,
and known its charity. 'Tis true he
had the fire of his race, and that's all
one can bring against him. All, me!
twas a sad day, my lady, when the
young master left us, and we've not
seen a happy one since" And the old
| retainer wiped his eyes.
won't you tell me, Phillip, why he
went away? | will never repeat it."
81 can believe you my lady, and Pm
sure it's no mere curiosity that makes
you ask the question"
"No, it isn't, murmured Cora, almost
unconsciously, and sighed.
at was simple enough" Philip pro
ceeded, in a low, quiveringv 'Iou
see my master wanted Egbert to marry
a certain lady-of course it wouldn't be
proper to call any names-and as Egbert
had never seen her he wished to make
her experimentation any prejudice
either way; but his father wouldn't
hearken to that at all. This seemed un.
Just to Egbert, and he told my master So
| quiet-like, you know, but he did't take
| it so, my lady, and flew into a passion
and told Egbert if he didn't obey him
he'd disown him. Well, they are both
high, you know, and Egbert dared him
| to do it, and"
"Philip." the word reverebrated
through the hall with a perfect roar
The old man started and turned to meet
Warren Hereford's face, blue with
passion.
"Have you been Gossiping, you old
scoundrel?' The sentence was rather
a reproach than an interrogatory, and
the next moment he offered Cora his
arm, urbanely remarking:
"You have neglected our aquarium
| never thought of it until this minute
and fastened to find you. Philip will
summon the gentlemen"
OF course the lady smiled and made
appropriate reply, but her mind was on
the large blue eyes and the white, gentle
face that had beamed down upon hel
from the canvas She thought it not
strange that those features should lin
ger before her, but ascribed it to the
| ,nI Dlili,,ic II oI
aroused. Ere long, however, she knew
that it was love, and love only, and the
sudden realization overwhelmed hel
with shame and modification. Bu
why? Should love grow by prescribeC
degrees, be nurtured by forms, anC
surrounded by high wall of ceremony
to keep out its own natural ardor anC
vigor! No. no! 1t had come unbidder
as the flower comes from mother earth; i
had come strong, earnest and pure, anC
why was it not good? 1t was good; it
influence had already developed noble
qualities in her nature, revealed to he
wondering self hidden gems of her mind
and painted sky, earth and sea will
new and glowing colors. But was i
hopeless? No, not while woman's wi
could help woman's heart
Itwas night--the hour six. Volume
of black smoke curled lazily from Man
chester's thousand chimney's; til
throbbing, painting engines We're still
but the human machines, with wa
faces and bent forms, were movin
slowly from the grimmy mills towar
their Wretched homes. AutOmatOn
they seemed with no thought or an
nation beyond that inspired by tn
tolling bells, which called them to wor
and released them again to povert.
Among the ragged, oil-stained crowC
wasone who had evidently seen but Ii
; tie of this sort of life. His figure WI
still erect; his features, though sa'
l were not pinched; and his limbs ha
2 not yet become accustomed to the dra
9 ging factory gait Pausing near a grou
OF cotton fecked children, he took OF
e in his arms, and proceeded on his wa
i | ,,,hila savaral Of his comrades nOdlC