The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1875-07-01


toll woman is ever known to accom-
plish and live, Godiva endeavored to bus,
her thoughts and shopped energetically
but there was more frequent resurrection
OF them than was agreeable, since every
time she used the big cambric she though
of the young man and blushed. After sh1
had bought every bargain she could find
and engaged from the intelligence office
graceful Hibernian with face tied UP il
a dingy towel, and who submitted, per
haps, on that account TO the misery O
living with an Hinglish cook, as ssthen
Hinglish has orful tempers, mem" Godivs
lunched very satisfactorily to herself ant
felt her cold diminishing every moment
Let me leave her eating strawberry-ice
and follow our hero awhile He wa.
quite an elegant fellow, blessed with {
blonde mustache and an admirable TEN
per, but his name was Peter Brown
One cannot have everything in thi.
world, so Peter comforted himsel
by mental sympathy with Romeo
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called Caesar de Montmorenci. He wa.
fastidiously delicate in his tastes, and {
woman with cold in her head was q hor
rror to him, 50, when he found himself re
garding with interest the young lady il
the cars who had such an evident infuen
"a, he felt he had a new sensation, and il
was wholly novel to have her march of
with his embroidered cambria; but Peter
was youthful sage, and believed pro
foundly in all women being "temples OF
pure marble, lighted by lamps fed by
holy OIL" and thought no i'll of any. Sc
he went his way; on it he met special
friend of his, Il Mrs. Dairy, who was over
joyed at the meeting, since she wanted him
Of all things for some private theatricals
she was about to get up, in which Petcl
would be altogether lovely as she
graphically said. Who could resist such
speech from such lovely lips? Not Pc
ter Brown; and so it came about that in
a month after the handkerchief episode
the drawing rooms of Mrs. Dairy were
brilliantly lighted, and half the world
stood on tiptoe to see the other
half move on fantastic ones upon
the mimic stage set off from the end
of the long room. The curtain
rose to the entrance of our friend
Miss Godiva, got up after the fash
ion of Louis XIV, and beautiful to
look upon. When in the course OF
the play my lady has TO say: "Ah! l
have seen Monsieur BEFORE Godiva gave
a very natural start, for in the lover enter
ing she sees neither the stage Marquis nor
the real Peter Brown, but the young man
whose handkerchief lies in her upper
drawer, and whose wrought initials, p.
B., are frequent reproach to her. GOdiva
saw quickly that her Marquis did not in
the least connect the patched and rOuged
lady before him with the catarrhal
era, and the play went on and off with
grand success; everybody outdid himself.
Peter congratulated himself that he had
not fallen PROSTATE over his long sword
or harpooned anyone with his spurs, and
Godiva herself that she had escaped with
her life from her threeinch heeled slip
pers (this was before their introduction
into society. Aften the incense pouring
was over and Peter had emptied his censer
at the fair Marquise' feet Mrs. Dairy pre-
sentcd Mr. Peter Brown in due form to
Miss Godiva-why should tell her other
name since the reader sees it must he
speedily merged in Brown-dear neutral
tint? Godiva and Peter were neighbors,
and what says moral and immortal
Miss Maria Edgeworth? "Propinquity
is the origin of love" When this
fact was ascertained bouquets with
the young gentleman began to arrive fire.
quently at Miss Godiva's door, and sud
denly Peter desired to learn German, Go
diva being proficient therein. Why is it
people in love avoid their mother-t tongue
so? Even Bottom was translated when he
fell in love! And 50 the golden winter
passed on into the rose-colored summer,
and the young people walked in the gar
den as lovers should. Godiya, half in
jest, asked Peter if he could fur
nish German enough to translate for her
two lines of Heine's version of greet
ing: Wenn du cine Rose sclant sag Ich
lass sie gustea" ('If you see a Rose,
say | send my love to her.O Peters
heart swelled within him He thought
nothing was ever prettier than the rose
before him, and said so. If
only she would bloom for him! Would
she?" So they entered Paradise and
spoke new language from that day, and
they found not the slightest difficulty in
themselves in it, as had been
sometimes the case in German. A year
after all this behold Peter and Mrs.
Brown, nee Godiva, at home; there is a
charming little library opening from
heir drawing room wood fire enjoys
tself on the hearth and glows over
lyacinths which are opening in heavy
'pikess of white and am-colored flowers; !;
before the fire Mr. Peter smokes his cigar
md lazily tries to puff the smoke through
he fur of an unofending cat near him
While he remarks to Mrs. Brown that it's
singular cats shouldn't like cigar smoke;
hen relapses into silence. "Well?" said
iodiva. Yes, dear-I was thinking
ust then by a queer chain of thought, first
# this cats sneezing, then of colds in
,ne's head, then of funny little thing
hat happened tome once in the cars when
was coming in town. Did | ever tell
-ou about the young woman who carried
'f my pocket-hullo! eh?" as Godiva
flushed suddenly and nestled in her chair
Go on, DEAR" said she, calmly. So
Peter related the tale twice told, conclud
ng with: "She was really a very pretty
'oung woman, too, Puss. Perhaps l
hould have called on her if I'd known
where she lived, or if had not gone tot the
)arry theatricals, met you, and tumbled
nto matrimony in consequence. Who
nows what might have been?'
The cigar rings assembled regularly, and
he smoker appeared to reflect on past
,isions, but Mrs. Brown kept demure 81
ence. "What in the world are you think
ng of now, my hearts delight" said
Peter, half hoping that his lady wife was
aintly stirred by jealousy. Thinking
f, Peter? Why, the moral of your story"
Moral! What is it?" "Me, Peter.
Commend me to the discernment of men!
Did you never really discover till this
noment that your smiling friend and
our wife were one and the same? Yes,
ear, I'm the moral" So saying, Mrs.
Brown rose, and produced from her
york table small white packet, which
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