Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1873-07-04
HOW THE MORTGAGE WAS RE.
DEEMED.

THEY were grave looking group that
gathered in Dean Lindsay's best room
that lovely June morning. First there
was Dean Lindsay himself, always a
prominent figure anywhere, from his tall,
muscular form, bold and resolute face.
At his right, their elbows leaned on the
table, whereupon lay writing materials,
with sundry folded and crossed papers,
sat two men, one of them idly toying with
pen which he held in his hand He was
a light, dark-skinned man, with short,
bushy hair and whiskers-the latter of the
mutton-chop style-and both of them of
the color denominated as pepper and salt.
He had bright, alert face, and clear,
blush ewes, and his name was Mark Sell
don, and his calling attorney at law.
The man at his side offered the strong
est possible contrast. He was tall and
loosely built, with a stoop in his heavy
shoulders. He had florid complexion,
with small, sleepy-looking, pale-blue eyes,
a beardless face, and long, lank, sandy
hair, pushed behind his ears, said ears be-
ing modelled on generous plan, as re-
garded size, and, If | may use the express
sion, placed in the most favorable possible
light to show advantageously. And as he
carried his head a little down, they gave
him the appearance of listening covertly,
without seeming interest. This mans
name was Wilson-An4i45S Wilson, and,
though you might not it from his
dress or general appear VsfFS rich man.
l mean, of course, rict Rr his locality.
He might not have bS for New York,
but for Dalton, a smalB-Testern township,
he was perfect CrGsus.
Besides those, there was a small colony
of young Lindsays, in assorted sizes, the
lor of fu /
stood behind her mothers chair, her arm
thrown over her shoulder in a pretty, pro
tecting way Mrs Lindsay had been an
invalid since Harry's birth, four years
and Della was practically at the head OF
the household. 1t was, moreover, no light
thing to be at the head of that household
There was, besides herself, seven children
which, with her father and mother and
Paul Leicester, who had been with hel
father for the summer, made just eleven in
the family. Added to this was the care off
dozen cows, and added to this the fact tina
the state of their finances would not admi
oftheir keeping a servant And this ques
tion of finance brings me to the real sub
ject of my story.
you'll excuse me, Wilson, for being O
little dOwn-hearted about this thing" Mr.
Lindsay said, with "a faint, deprecating
hearts blood to give stranger claim OF
the old homestead"
A slow red bnrned itself through Mr.
Wilson's cheek. 81 wish you wouldn'
speak of me as a stranger" he said hesita
tingly, with an involuntary glance at Del
la, which no one but Paul Leicester saw
4" / meant any one not a relative, Mr.
Wilson," replied Lindsay soberly. You
know l had hope of help from my cousin
in New Orleans. mentioned it to you
Mr.. Wilson listened and nodded thought
fully.
"Well, the fact that l have applied t
you shows that hope has failed me, and 81
well say nothing more about it. Perhap
you had better write the deed now MI
Seldom"
Mr., Seldom bowed pleasantly, dipped
his pen in the ink, and for awhile tn
faint scratch of the pen on the paper, ant
the loud ticking Of the kitchen clock
were the only sounds in the house.
Mr. Lindsay leaned his face on his hant
and looked steadily ON the floor, the sligh
twitching of the mvGcles about the moutl
being the only sign OF emotion one cOulC
discover Mrs Lindsay, white and still
rs a statue, her face a little dropping, sa
few feet at the left of her husband, whil
Della retained nef Ola position by he
mothers chair, troubled shadow in he
soft, brown eyes, and over hesweet younI
face. Harry, awed and perpleXed, hid hi
face in the folds of her dress, while in
group at the open window, were gathers
the rest of the children.
How unnaturally still it was. How i
contrast to the freshness and brightness {
the sky and air Looking from the ope
window, one saw long reaches of soitl
undulating prairie bathed in golden ligh
while away to the right, blue, sparklin
river, sentineled with cottonwoods an
sycamores, and oyerhung with pale, tran
lucent mists, flashed and rippled betwee
its yelvety banks.
No wonder Dean Lindsay shrank froI
the thought of his fair heritage bein
compromised; but there was no help fC
II, and he had gotto make up his mind /
think Of II as no longer really his, but sui
ject TO Amos Wilson's authority. ii
could hardly keep from groaning aloud b
he ran over in his mind the half score {
more of fine farms which belonged
Wilson, all of which had first been NOR
gagged TO him, as his was being now,
raise the necessary meney to Keep thel
from being given up altogether. An
then, one after another, they had bee
given up, and Amos Wilson was the pc