Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1875-03-19

Mr.. Harden had taught her, and that h,
had learned of his mother, dead nov
long ago, but who had brought them ovel
from their echoing places among the
great Scotch Highlands. She was con
scious that IL was these surface thing,
about her that pleased Arthur Ormesby
that he knew, and perhaps cared tc
know, little Of her real soul. She wal
conscious that he suspected her to value
his money as much as himself and that
he was willing to take her sol 1t gave
her, when she thought of IL, complete
dissatisfaction with him and with her
self Not SO would Mr.. Harden have
felt, she knew, in such situation; he
would have that baseness out of her, OF
he would have none of herl al see il
all, she would say to herself. "If
should marry Arthur Ormesby, l should
be just part of his possessions, an ad-
junct of his wealth and luxury he would
hang his Cashmeres and his diamonds
on me, and should be as much an oda-
| lisque as an American girl could be. But
then-I should like the Cashmeres and
the diamonds. know one thing never
| another glove would | cleanp And If
you had seen the little witch rubbing
away with her bread crumbs you would
not have known whether to smile or to
frown upon her, and not knowing which
to do you would certainly have followed
inclination and smiled, especially when,
as it ohanced her own face was the next
moment ripping with smiles, half merri-
ment, half satisfaction, as servant left
parcel at the door, with Mr.. Ormesby's
compliments, which parcel proved to be
a box of gloves with which he was pay
ing his philopena forfeits-just such
box as he sent Helen Denver the week
before.
"What shame II is" she cried, as she
was displaying her selected pair that
night, THAT they should be so fearfully
handy They came just apropos of
nothing"
"And so did mine," said Helen; a. for
l hadn't pair left, and not dollar in
my purse, and papa 200 miles away"
mot a dollar in her pursel Hear
herewith a check-book the size of
family Biblep
"But it was after banking hours, you
know"
"And an obliging clerk downstairs
who will cash anythingp
"Well, didn't know it. I'm such an
ignoramusl And | never was so glad of
anything as of those gloves, and told
him So"
"You told him soY" in chorus.
"Why, yes; why not? It's the least
one can do when n PERSONS been so
kind. And | am not really sure that he
was philopenaed. Of course l told him
when thanked him."
"And what did he sayP"
"He? He was very much amused at
at my frankness. Millions in her
check-book, and not glove to her backp
he said"
"Have you really millions in your
check-book, Helen'" asked Fanny Des-
mond, leaning across the little table be-
tween them, as she was buttoning her
glove.
" You dear goose have only liberty
to draw on papa for my allowance. It's
very nice allowance to be sure"
"How nice it sounds! l never had an
allowance. shouldn't be here in the
Macgregor House if it wasn't for Aunt
Melvyn's rheumatism. Pm so glad she
has rheumatismr'
$50 am L, Fanny Desmondp came a
chorus.
ooh, mean I'm so glad she thinks she
has. Because that is why she came to
bring me here with her. always want.
ed to come to the Springs, l always
wanted an allowance, l always wanted q
check book, and / always wanted pair
of diamond earrings! I've got one of
the four, maybe I'll get the rest" cried
the gay thing.
"You absurd childp said Helen.
What in the world do you want of dia-
mond earrings now9 Those you have
are great deal prettier. l could have
them any day, and never cared enough
for them to go and get them"
You are like the man who lives in |
Charlestown and never goes up Bunker
Hill, Helen Denver. Want them? Want
diamond earrings? I'd sell my soul for
theml" laughed Fanny. "It's little
soul, to be sure, not worth the price"
1t would be-" said low, grave voice
behind her, " a very little soul if dia-
monds could buy it,"
MIR. Hardenp cried Fanny, blushing |
rosy red, as she turned to see the passer- |
by who had paused in the doorway of |
the little upstairs parlor where they |
were all wont to assemble before going |
down for conquest" Mr.. Harden! What
did you hear me for? When did you |
come? Is every one well in the little |
Place of Graves, the dear, dismal little |
spot where we are all buried alive? To
think of meeting you here! Did you
come to see if / was really selling my
soul for diamonds9 / must take you to
auntie. She will be so glad"
Is she the only one to be gladg" asked |
Mr.. Harden, as Fanny swept him down
the hall with her and with her food of
questions.
"Oh, Fanny, Fanny DesmondI" cried
Resa Humphreys, hurrying after them,
having just entered the little parlor as
Fanny left it, and having stopped there
but couple of minutes, now running
and tripping on her skirts" oh, Fanny,
they say you have whole box! and we |
wear the same number, you know
Anna's hands so bigl And my last pair
.seei That detestable Celeste of ours |
caught the button-hook, and just look at
the rent! / could have made her ears |
tingle" said Rosa, smartly, drawing
breath at last.
But you didn't Yes, indeed, l have
box-beauties. Run up to my room
they're on the dressing table-and help
yourself;" and she went along with Mr..
Harden.
"a philopena," she said, looking up at
him gayly "And mighty glad | was /
wonl DO you see that?" And she held
out her shapely little hand and arm in
their soft, perfectly fitting kid dress, as
y
philopena! And it has just occurred to
me one could get along here very well
with winning philopenas-a sort of liv-
ing by your wits, you see, exciting as
this one would be box of
gloves, that one flowers for the ball,
and"
How you run on, my child Are you
30 very happy2"
No, I'm not" she cried, suddenly
. I'm half distracted" And it was true.
For how was she going to engage herself
o Arthur Ormesby under the sight of Mr..
aarden's sad eyesY And what was he
lere for, anyway, to stand like living
'eproach to her Just as all these vanities
hat she so loved were within her reach?
And did she love them, after all, better
han she loved hims And then che
seated him in her aunt's room, and sat
DOWN herself, somewhat slilled her frol-
csome mood listening to the quiet talk
hat, just at this momentum her one
pink dress, her longing for the splendor