Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1872-03-22

me to advise you to hereafter keep your
money In safer place than the back
pocket of a loose coat. It is as convenient
q place as a pick-pocket could desire.
Besides, in pulling out one article, you
are liable, unconsciously, to draw out
others with 1t, as you must have done this
morning."
Il suppose your advice is good, and in
future will endeavor to follow it, But
have always carried my banknotes, and
sometimes even coin, in just such a pocket,
and have had no fear of having anything
taken from it without my knowledge, and
still think 1t could not be done. have
thought, too, was in no danger of losing
anything from it," Mr. Dawson did not
like to give up point. but now see
that it is possible for me to,lose articles by
my own thoughtlessness.
A few moments later Mr.. Dawson,
with an advertisement In his hand, and
with only faint hope in his heart, left
the office. Leaving his orders with the
nearest printer, he sauntered slowly
homeward.
The elastic step, the bright smile of
the early morning were gone even the
glimmer of hope that had slightly
animated nim rev moments before
seemed to have been left behind, with
his advertisement at the printers. What
were his thoughts, as, with his hat drawn
down almost to his eyes-the better to
avoid the recognition of his friends and
acquaintances, he passed on
He was thinking of how confidentially
he had promised that morning his son
Charlie that his mothers piano, which
for year or two had been rented out,
should that very day be returned to hor !;
and how he had communicated to him his
intention of surprising that beloved lady
with present of costly black silk dress
how he had told him he could commence
school at the academy the next week and
that his sister should at once commence
taking lessons in music. These and other
things that he had intended doing for the
pleasure or comfort of his family filled
his mind. But good, kind, unselfsh
man not one of the several little COM
forts he had promised himself entered
his thoughts. 1t was, indeed, not for
himself he cared, but for "them."
The parlor window-shutters had been
thrown open, and as Mr. Dawson entered
the hall, he saw, through the partly
opened door, that bright fire was glow
ing in the grate-not an everyday occur
rence-and his favOrite chair drawn up
near it. The poor man gToaned aloud.
Dear heart ~ said he to himself,
she little knows what disappointment
is in store for her."
He heard the gleeful voice of his wife
and children in the sitting-room, talking
OF the grand dinner they were to have,
by way of celebrating the occasion; and
could not bear the thought of disturbing
their happiness, but knew it must be
done. While he stood in the hall, delib-
Grating as to whether it were better to go
into the sitting room, and break the mat
ter at once to both wife and children, or
call his wife to private interview, thus
exciting the curiosity of the latter, the
question was decided by the voluntary
appearance of Mrs. Dawson in the hall
The hum of a pleasant song was on her
lips, but it suddenly ceased, and an ex-
preston of alarm overspread her coun-
tenanee when she beheld her husband,
and observed his pale, troubled face. She
uttered no exclamation, for Mr.. Dawson
had placed his finger on his lips, thus in
dicating his desire for silence, but she
pointed to the open door of the parlor.
Mr.. Dawson passed in, she followed and
closed the door softly after them, then
turning to her husband with MY dear,
what is it?"
He told her.
She neither wept nor murmured. After
a moments deliberation, she asked:
did you look for it at all?n
NO" he answered. "What would
have been the use in a city like this, and
in the most frequented part, too?"
True, very true" murmured Mrs.
Dawson, musingly. Then, suddenly
(Which pocketbook did you take your
money in this morning-your old or
new, ?"
In my old one, 70 be sure. 1t holds
much more than the new one, and was
more convenient for my purpose this
morning.
get it.n
"Get it ?n and Mr.. Dawson stared al his
wife as if he feared her brain was becom-
ing disturbed
Yes. Don't you know it's All-Fool's
Day? Nobody will pick up such a stuffed
out pocketbook as that for fear"-
What more she would have said Mr..
Dawson did not wait to hear, but rushed
from the house, and jumped into a
street car that was about passing. In less
than five minutes he was landed in front
moment looking about him.
AT little distance from him, Just where
he thought he was passing when he drew
his handkerchief from his pocket, a group
of boys were gathered. They had formed
themselves into ring, and seemed in high
| glee.
Mr.. Dawson moved rapidly forward
| but, before he could reach them, an elder
ly woman approached. The boys parted
| for her to pass, but watched her intently.
Suddenly she stopped, and was about to
pick up something from the grounds but
loud shouts of laughter, and repeated cries
of april Fool" caused her to desist, and
hasten on her way.
| MIR. Dawson at once decided it must be
his old pocket-book that the boys, appar.
emily for their own amusement, were SC
jealousy guarding. The next moment he
was in their midst. There, on the side,
walk, covered with dirt, and looking
more shabby than ever, lay his LOST
treasure. With an exclamation of Joy he
seized it.
"April Fool April Fool April Fool
old fellown screamed "Young America,
and, as he passed, several lads caught him
! by the coat But he broke from them
and fastened to the Office of Brown & Co.
which he shortly after left the happy own
er of an unmOrtgaged home.
Mother" said Charlie Dawson, that
night, in confidential tone, "you know
father always said that no good could pos
sibly come out of playing at April Fool
You just ask him what he thinks HOio." -
GOdey's Lady'S Book.
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