Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1875-06-04


The effect of this announcement on
Mr. Rogers was tremendous. He started
to his feet and danced about the room.
He shouted "huzzah" and gave three
cheers, as though he had been at a
political meeting Then he rushed TO
the table where his boys copy books lay
piled and seizing them one by one flung
them into the open CRATE, yelling;
No more school teaching. No more
slavery. Huzzahr
While Mrs. Rogers, weeping and wiring
ing her hands, besought him to come to
his senses and felt fully assured that
her husband had suddenly become raw
ing maniac. Finally he finished by
throwing the butterfly pen-wiper on the
top of the pyre, and falling into chair
weeping.
Then little Mrs. Rogers came out of
her corner, and with both arms about his
neck besought him to tell her what allied
him.
"Scvcn hundred and seventy-sevenl
Capital prizep' said Mr.. Rogers. "I've
drawn it, Esmerelda."
Esmerelda rushed for the paper, found
I the list OF prizes, read the announce
ment. and sat down, gasping for breath
"That's why you burnt the copy
books" said she. But, oh, why need
you have burned my pen-wiperS 1t was
so pretty, | thought you'd care for it.
declare l could save it, believe it's
only scorched."
But Mr.. Rogers was not quite himself
"Hang pens, pen-handles and pen
wipers," he said, and jammed his boot-heel
into the Goals. "Pll never touch one
again" Mrs. Rogers felt hurt, but still
she made allowance for her husband;
q 81, fttgt hon Vt,,
ming to dawn upon her.
"Are you sure?" said she. "Oh, do
show me the ticket Perhaps you've
made mistake. Seven hundred and
Oh, dear, / can't find it."
"I'll show you," said Mr.. Rogers, wip-
| ing his forehead "Here, Esmerelda."
He walked into the little bedroom and
knelt down by the trunk. He felt down
to the bottom He felt at the sides. He
tossed things out. He glared wildly.
"It's here" he said. 81 know it's
here; butt can't find it,"
"Oh Rogers" cried his wife, "what
was il like? Tell mel"
Yellow--square - dirty, Esmerelda
you haven't done anything with it2"
| Esmerelda gave Shrek. She few
toward the CRATE.
"The pen-wiper - save itW she
screamed.
Hang the pen-wiperp cried Mr.. Rog'
ers, and he jammed his heel into the
Goals once more, and the flames burst
hot and red over the half-burnt butter
fly, and consumed it in an instant
Cant you think of anything else but
that contounded pen-wiper? The ticket!
look for it, Esmereldap
ITS in the butterfly. How did L
know2 You never told me! thought
it was an old card" said Esmerelda.
"Oh, why didn't YOU save it?"
"In the butterfly! What butterfy?'
cried Mr.. Rogers, staring about him.
Butterfly pen-wiper!" cried Mrs R.
and tainted away in the corner.
1t happened to be a Saturday, The
school had holiday. All day long the
master sat and stared at the fire. Al
the day long his wife wept and bemoanec
herself. He took no pity on her He
said:
81 hate you, and never can forgive
your And she thought of suicide.
They had no dinner AT night sh,
made tea, and they drank it with avertet
faces. Then she crept away to her littl'
spare bedroom upstairs, leaving him b.
; the fire.
The church bells rang sweetly, bu
i / QGlInbT Vi Lldl MIGlCuCu par WCul "
church. 1t never could be forgotten
that miserable Sunday, by either 0
them; and, worst of all, Monday morning
was coming, and the school-boys and thu
work of the day. About dusk Mr.. Roc
ers bethought him to walk out Ger
orally they walked out together. Nov
! ! Mrs. Rogers sat and heard the voices o
= the holiday-making people in the street
: and felt, as she said to herself, as thoug
she were divorced. When Mr. Roger
: returned his tea was on a stand, and ES
. merelda was shut up in the spare beo
= room again.
4 Both arose next morning unrefreshe
and miserable. She felt like criminal
: he as the very vengeful ghost of FOUL!
. murdered man might be supposed t
{ feel He asked himself aloud numbC
!, of singular questions.
II As: ''Why do men marry idiots VIII
!" make pen-wipers of $10,00O?"
= "Why don't she poison meP bette
u than beggar me-" ne said, still to hi1
= : self, still aloud, "but she shall suffer f'
:, this"
3 And then Mrs Rogers wept till HI
poor eyes bulged out of her head. Thel
: was big swollen vein down the midd
u of her forehead. She was the mo
g wretched of little women.
u AS he slipped his coffee and she erie
the morning paper flew into the windo'
which stood open. II was the carrier
' way of saving time.
1t fell al Mr.. Rogers feet. He toe
> it up and opened it with bitter remer
j. brance of his last opening the papC
And these were the first words that m
81 his eyes;
'' Special Announcement--Th managers
the Eagle Lottery desire to reetliy gra
T. mistake in Saturdays report. No. 1fI did I
AZ draw the capital prize. IL was drawn by \
Id 775. The fault was the printers.
le Hang the printer" cried Mr.. Roget
ne Esmereldap
ne "Ohp said Esmerelda.
"a 81 forgive you, my dear" said N
ne Rogers. I'll never say another wo
DC about it, never"
m "Oh, how noble" sobbed Mrs. ROge
Then Mr. Rogers went to his scho
y boys and his copies, and the boy W
n, had come TO f had Fool, folly, fooli
III foolishness" on the top line of his boo
and the boy who had come to ! wrC
er "Idiot, idiots, idiot, idiots" after
nd masters pattern all the writing hour
- -
'iy THERE is an amusing little trick whi
Of is sometimes played upon unsuspecti
m. persons, and which illustrates the pr
a erty of air. An empty soda-water bot
ok is laid on its side, and piece of &C
he about as large as pea placed within
a neck. Anyone is then challenged
ed blow the cork into the bottle. This loo
OF, so easy that person who does not KIN
nd the trick advances and blows sharl
Nv into the bottle. To his great surprise
~ finds himself struck in the face with
ce piece of cork, which he has blown
m. of the bottle and not into il, The f
Ied is, the bottle, though it looks empty
Id really full of air; and just in proport
Inv as AIR is blown into it the air that
- ready exists is blown out, carrying
~ cork with IL The only way TO get