Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1875-01-01

they had had stories going years ago In
the church against Grandsir Kenyon.
She hadn't credited them; but there
might have been something In them, after
all, and Zenas' son might take after his
grandfather. Blood would tell. On the
whole, though, perhaps she'd better
sleep on IL before she mentioned this
affair to Lewis folks. In the morning
she might see clearer where duty lay.
"She's tired almost to death, Charley"
said Emily, removing Aunt Flavilla's
wrappings and piling them upon the
arm of her youthful uncle, who stood by
leaning on crutch.
MY body's well enough, but I've been
dreadful worried in mind" returned
Mrs. Pressy, with sharp glance at Mr.
Kenyon on the hearth-rug, milking the
snow from his yellow whiskers.
What an exceedingly unpleasant
partyl" thought he, meeting her eye.
"She treats me as If were put under
quarantine; but the little niece IS sweet
enough to atone. l should think she
might become patient through suffering,
by Jovep
How this sleeve clingsl' the little
niece" was saying. "It's the wet, 1 sup.
pose. You pull, Charley. Ali there it
comes. Why, what's that? Your spec.
tacles, auntie, verify believer
1t strikes me you carry them in a
rather large case, Aunt Flavilla, laughed
Charley, picking them up. peculiar
bows, aren't theyH Something like yours,
John"
"The same, should judge" Mr.. Ken.
yon said carelessly, drawing out his own
spectacles, which weakness of the optic
nerve often compelled him to use.
Mrs. Pressy sank down bewildered as
If she saw double.
"Bless mel / didn't expect to set eyes
on those glasses again for one while,
said she, unconscious of punning. "But
this doesn't account for my purse, EN-
ily," she added next moment, with irrel
evance the gentleman thought.
"Here it is, auntie, in the bandboX.
came to get your cap and found the
purse in the crown of it. You must have
put it away after you bought your
ticket"
1--WE no recollection of it, child" an
swered Mrs. Pressy, little Grossly
"There's nothing in it worth speaking
of, anyway. Comel we mustn't keep sup
per waiting"
To do Aunt Flavilla Justice, she wa.
glad to prove Zenas' son innocent; yet i
is irritating to fatigue ones self in fight
ing windmills, especially in presence o.
witnesses, and grieve to say that day.
passed before she could look upon tn,
young man with the least degree of tol
erance.
mot that lay it up against Johl
Kenyon, Emily" said she, months after
ward, reviewing their Thanksgivin!
journey" not that Icy it up agains
him, for don't; but do think he nigh
have come out frankly that day and tolt
us his name, when he suspected who w
were the minute he saw our tickets. o
course / shouldn't have taken him the
for pickpocket."
but, auntie, he says just as he wa
r about to introduce himself you remarked
that you hadn't much of an opinion c
John Kenyon, which made it awkwar
! for him to go on, you see"
t "Pshaw, child don't rake that uT
t when I've said time and again lately tha
; I've changed my mind about him an
/ haven't lisp of objection to your brinl
( ing him into the family. And / dare sa
t l should have liked the looks of him the
e well enough, only everything was kind G
blurred because l hadn't on my far-seC
ing glasses. Bazar.