Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1872-02-09

The girls eyes blaZed, and Gilbert telt
them almost scorch him through the
shadow "What right have you," she
cried, "to pretend to know who | love
or don't love? How can you read my
heart better than read 1t myselfY 1t is
impertinent, Mr.. Freeman; it is offensive,
sir"
Gilbert, in the tumult of his own feelings,
did not appear to mind the storm he had
raised
80, Eunice, he cried, out of the depth
of his great love, so long repressed, 'if
could indeed look into your heart, and
read there what is written in my ownl
You must have seen that / loved you bet
ter than lfe--better, almost, than my
own soul | am strong man, but this
feeling is stronger than am. 1t makes
me humble like little child. You could
order me down in the very dust at your
feet, and / should be proud to stay there.
| am fool, Eunice, to let you look into
my heart, as through door of glass.
know | shall suffer for it, and you will not
like me any the better. know you can't
love me. l have told myself so q thou
sand times, and / won't give you tie
trUuDtc or refusing. 1 nave spoken DC-
cause | could not help but speak. You
need not pity me, Eunice; would rather
thousand times have your hate. There
is little grain Of manliness left in itie,
and by and by shall be able to face life.
Things won't look quite so black and
worthless as they do now, when | try to
think Of it away from you, There, have
made you cry! What a brute | am"
All this was said rapidly, excitedly,
amid the dense, gathering shadows. Then
there came little warm, soft tlutter
against qilbert's breast, and something
like downy, tremulous bird crept into
his hand, and in the darkness a blushing
face was hidden away.
II don't know why you should be so
cross to me ?" said voice that seemed
half stifled between laughing and crying
Il don't know why you should make
yourself disagreeable, and try to force
me to marry a man | never thought of
carirg about, and then talk as if you
meant to commit suicide. II you hadn't
been such a great old stupid, you would
have seen how it was with me all along ;
but you were obstinate and horribly ieal
Gus, sir and Milton Spencer made himself
pleasant, and you never did. | know /
teased you, for it is natural to me to love
to tease, but won't any more
The end of the young woman's speech
grew unintelligible from reasons the
reader can imagine The old barn was
terribly dark and pokerish now, with the
wind every moment growing colder, but
to those two it seemed filled with summer
warmth and fragrance The lovers were
utterly oblivious of the fact that Il snow
storm was raging outside, until they open
ed the door and were obliged to face the
blast. Then the merry flakes flew into
their faces, and pelted them like the pretty
hands Of fairies. Bunice looked up at the
dark old barn, in SUMMER swaliow-haiint-
ed, but lonesome now, and kissed her
hand to it gaily.
Dear old barn" said she, 4" / came to
find hens nests, and found a lover We
will always cherish it, won't we, Gilbert,
for giving us the happiest hour of our
lives?'
The wind was driving little drifts be-
farmhouse, where cheerful lights shone
from the windows.
Glow beautiful this is said Eunice,
nesting, if that could be, closer to Gill
bert's side. "It seems as though the an
gels were sending us their congratula-
tons. We will have a surprise party at
home. think The news viii make poor
father well, and mother has fretted all the
fall about Milton Spencer. | haven't set
her right, because / knew how she enjoy
ed a chronic worry. Now that the dear
old matchmaker has obtained the desire
of her heart, what will she find TO fret
over? And you, Gilbert, will you go
mourning because you have no folks Of
your own--on account of those dear girls,
your sisters, who never were born, and
that blessed old lady, your grandmother
The snow held them by white charm,
in an enchanted world Of love and youth,
while Eunice chatted merrily, her checks
glowing inside the old hood, all powdered
over with the dancing flakes. Their foot
steps made little wells in the drift, and
the great bare branches of the trees sway.
ed overhead.
~ have found my folks, said Gilbert,
when he could speak. "All my heart
Graves possess right here. l was gloomy
and misanthropic, because feared you
would Danish me forever from your sight.
There is no loneliness, my darling like
hopeless separation from the one we love
for time and eternity.