Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1872-09-13


ward more seriously of a time when she
should be thoroughly prepared to become
his assistant In his crowded practice
So, little by little, the scheme had grown
clear and well defined, until it became to
the. girl cherished purpose, and she
looked forward with many hopeful plan
Tor the busy, hopeful future. Then Dr.
Mayne died, dropped suddenly and for
ever the countless cares he had not
thought he could relinquish for day, and
the fortune he had always been just going
to lay by was still in embryo.
The few months that followed ended
Helens dream. No. not quite that, per-
| haps, but sent it into an indefinite banish-
ment that was almost worse than execu-
tion. She learned then fact not men
toned In history, or recorded in the
newspaper stories Of selfmade men, !"
that there may be bravery in surren-
der never dreamed of in the stOutest
battle, and that some cOntemptuously
pitied failures are nobler than any lauded
success.
Ali Of which, however, did not make
her desperately in love with the worzz Of
designing for the print mills, and her eye
would wander away from the boxes of
pencils and coloIs, and the blank, staring
paper to the dear old books beyond.
Many things perforce had been parted
with, but Helen had clung to the books.
They must be kept, If only for Rue's
sake; he would want them some day, she
said, though in truth that young gentle
mans talents seemed to tend more strong
ly in the direction of breaking his own
neck than that of repairing damaged
bones for other people.
RpfOOuinu M vyolupnnu from tho Nlo pa
where loved hands had touched them,
and arranging them in these new,
strange rooms, brought back for little
the keen, impatient pain. 1t was hard to
take up the distasteful daily toll and turn
from the study she longed for. The
years that must pass before she could
hope to resume it looked so long-wasted
years, she felt like calling them. mot
until the children are grown up--and |
shall be so old then" she thought dreari.
| ly. Then something-was it in the sun.
set, or the rustling leaves of the solitary
tree at the corner, or some voice that
reached her through no outward sense {?
whispered of the Life that had thirty
long years of waiting, and only three for
its work; and Helen grew strong again
with that breath of the "old, old story, 7"
and the tears that had gathered in her
eyes did not fall.
Did those who escaped from the burn.
ing, unshaded sky, and the dry, hot
bricks, to the pleasant shadow of old
trees, the waving of green grass, and the
soft ripple of cool water, ever really know
how intense the heat was in town that
summer? Mrs. Grimp's tenants could
have told. The little yard, visible from
! the hack windows, grew dry and baked,
the dingy iiIrTn- the lines ceased flut-
tering and hung limp andf-55iFeeaathless, and-55iF eeaathless
while on the street in front the vegetables
wilted at the doors of the small groceries,
the small dogs lolled about with tongues
hanging from their mouths, and the small
boys forgot to torment them, and sought.
repCse on the shady side of sugar hogs
heads and molasses barrels.
A still, bright day had burned itself
through, and the long, softtwilight came.
At the little comfortable Nan bent busily
over her work, trying to make the evening
atone for the days want of energy. Rue
drew little Aargie to the most remote
front window, where faint breath of air
stole in, and prepared plan of operations
at once instructive and entertaining
"See here" exhibiting a considerable
length of string attached to Helen's shawl
pin, which he had surreptitiously bor-
fishin' out here"
"Whatll you catch?" said Margie, ad-
miringly.
"Oh! pieces of paper, an orange peel,
an things off the sidewalk-make blieve
they're whales, an salibut an such. It's
lots of fun"
He was tolerably successful, as the
gradually accumulating litter upon the
carpet attested, and the interest of the
pursuit deepened. Nan looked around
once, and saw only two little heads lean.
ing out of the window.
"Absorbed in the beauties of nature for
once; glad they're quiet" she comment
ed, silently, and became oblivious again.
Flushed with triumph, Master Rue's
piscatOrial enthusiasm increased, and he
flung his line about more wildly.
"Ho didn't that woman jumpl Why,
you hit her right on the nose with your
hookl" said Margie.
"She hadn't oughter be a wadin'
round in my tish-pond, then" responded
Rue, coolly. ''NOw, Pm goin' to let it
down again. Say, Margie, see that
bunch of beets across the street? If they
only had laid on our sidewalk, | could
hook 'em up nice, tell you'll"
While they surveyed the opposite gro
Gerry, an old gentleman passing down the
street on the narrow sidewalk, removed
his hat for a moment to wipe his perspir-
ing brow, and Rue's descending hook
came suddenly in contact with his head
"Halloor he exclaimed, startled, and
putting up his hands to discover what
had struck him.
Rue saw the movement, and fearing
some evil to his precious fishing tacke,
gave the string quick jerk, but alas! the
hook was entangled in the hair.
80 myw calculated Margie, with sup.
pressed breath, suddenly turning upon
her brother eyes staring wide with horror
and astonishment.
Rue gave one terrified glance toward
his hook, and discovered mass of hair
dangling in mid-air then drew back from
the window, and "pulled in" with all his
might.
"Took half his head clean off" he said
in an awestruck whisper
''Do you 'spect he's dead?" asked the
frightened Margie, after moment of
awful silence.
Dunno" answered Rue, solemnly,
concealing the horrible trophy beneath
the curtains, and not daring to look out to
ascertain results. Don't you never an
never tell, Margie," he enjoined, with
visions of policemen, prisons, and galloWs
beginning to fit before his eyes.
A step ascending the stair caught Mans
ear. "Mrs. Grimp coming up to make
thermometer of herself and explain the
exact state of the weather." she thought,
little impaiiently, and to the knock re-
sponded more carelessly than courteous
ly, "Come in"
1t was not Mrs. Grimp that opened the
door, but a bald-headed old gentleman,
who had evidently expended part Of his
indignation in the labor of climbing the
stairs, for whatever the words were his
tone was not very terrific, as he asked;
"Are you heather up hereP"
81 don't know" answered Nan, sur
prised, but disposed to view the subject
reflectively, "are you in search of armis.
sion, sir ?"
"Humph not exactly"
The old gentleman dropped into a
chair, and began tanning himself vigor-
ously with his hat.
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