Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1873-02-21
IN AND OUT OF LOVE.

How DID / know that she was
widown
Don't you give me credit for any COM
mon sense or discrimination at all?
How do you know that rose is redg
How do you know lobster salad from
sardines?
knew she was widow from the very
moment took the corner seat in the car,
opposite to her little black bonnet with Its
fluttering wreath of Grape vail, and the
Astrakhan muff that held her two tiny,
black-gloved hands.
How envied that muff.
Don't tell me of your Venuses, your
Madonnas, and your Marys, Queen of
Scots-they couldn't have held candle
to this delicious little widow.
/ never did believe in grand beautiesl
A woman has no business over-awing
and impressing you against your will.
And she was one of your dimpled,
daisy-faced creatures, with soft, brown
eyes, long glashed and limpid, and red
mouth, which looked as if it was Just
made to be kissed.
And then there was tangle of golden
spirals of hair hanging over her forehead
and braids upon braids pinned up under
her bonnet, until a hair-dresser would
have gone frantic at the sight.
Just as l was taking an inventory of
these things, in that sort of unobser7ant
way that l hatter myself belongs to a
man of the world, she dropped her muff,
and, of course, 1t rolled under the car
seat.
Wasn't down on my knees at once
after it? ] rather think so.
THANK you, sir" said the delicious
little widow.
Not at ALL" replied. Cant 1 do
anything more for your"
mo, thank you-unless you can tell
me what time we get into Glendale"
Glendale" cried. "Why 1 am 60
ing to Glendale"
OF course we were friends at once, and
the daisy.faced enchantress made room
for me beside her, ''lest," as she said,
"some horrid, disagreeable creature should
crowd in and bore her to DEATH and
stepped right out of the musty, ill.Yenti-
lated world of railway carriage into an
atmosphere of Eden.
When bachelor of forty falls in love
at first sight-oh, lahdt fall is there my
! countrymen. No half. measures, 1 tell
YOU.
Before we had been speeding through
the wintry landscape an hour had al
ready built up several blocks of chateaur
u GSpdyUe, IN my mlnu.
saw my bachelor rooms frightened
by her presence.
l fancied myself walking to church with
her hand on my arm.
| heard her dulcet voice saving, "My
dear Thomas, what would you ike for
ssupper to-night2" / beheld myself re-
spectacle member of society-the head of
a family.
What would Bob Carter say nov-I
meant then?
Bob, who was always rallying me on
my state of hopeless old. d.bachelorhood,
who supposed, forsooth, because he hap.
pened to be trifle younger and better.
looking than myself, that had no chances
whatever.
I'd show Bobl
what did W talk about?"
The weather, of course, the scenery, the
prospects-all the available topics, one
after another; and the more we talked, the
deeper grew my admiration.
She was sensible, and so original, and
so everything else that she ought to
be
discovered that she preferred town
life to the seclusion of country residence
so did !. Who would stagnate when
he could feel the worlds pulses as they
throbbed?
She loved the opera-so did /. She
thought this woman's suffrage move
ment all ridiculous-with a bewitching
little iisp on the last syllable-I agreed
with her.
She thought woman's true sphere was
home; my feelings surged up too strong
~ Tor utterance, and merely bowed my
assent
Here was a delicious unanimity of
soul-a mute concord of sympathy.
What would Bob Carter say when he
saw this beautiful little robin lured into
my cage. How would lord 1t over him.
How would invite him to "happen in at
any time" How / would--hguratively
of course-hold up Mrs. Thomas Smith
over his envying head. uttered an audi
Bile chuckle as / thought of these things,
which had some difficulty in changing
into a cough.
you've got cold" said the widow,
sympatheticall.'. 'Do, please, have one
OF my trochesi they are so soothing TO the
throat"
took the troche, but didn't swallow
u. would as soon have eaten a price
less pearl put il in my left-hand breast
poGket, as near my heart as practicable.
Her first giftl
"a bachelor like me is used TO such
things, l said, in an oifhand manner.
"a bachelorl" echoed my travelling
companion. Dear me, then you are not
married Z" ..
"Unfortunately no."
"It's never too late to mend" hazarded
the widow, roguishly.