Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1876-08-25

"IIc Doesn't Pray, how can he judgeY
| am sure he hasn't spoken word TO me
since the evening of his arrival"
Well, Rhoda wouldn't have much
to say to him, If were you, If he gave
you chance. But he won't, for he de-
clares he never troubles himself TO pay
attention where he does not admire.
There he is now. Let's turn off this
road"
And Rob made an attempt TO take the
next path, but Rhoda outllanked him, and
walked boldly by the enemy, flashing out
defiant, bright glance from beneath her
long, jetty lashos as she bowed good
morning. Rob whispered softly to him
self and laughed again, but inaudibly.
"That little cousin of yours has fine
pair of eyes, Rob-" yawned Phil Farm
ham, lazily, from the depths of his ham
mock out on the lawn, where he and Rob.
were taking siesta that afternoon.
Yes, but yoU needn't expect to receive
any admiring glances from them, Phil; {;
she says she hates red whiskers, and that
she will never take the trouble to make
herself agreeable to man who wears
them. She calls you Dundrcary;'" and
Rob. laughed merrily to himself.
The hammock swung TO and fro so
rapidly now that it threatened to over
throw its occupant, and the volume of
smoke that issued therefrom looked very
much as though there might be raging
fire within its depth somewhere.
81 say, Rob, let's look in at thchop to-
night" said the voice in the hammock,
after long silence. ''I believe I'd like
"a waltz or two"
Certainly-Tm willing-but l didn't
think there was anyone here you would
care to waltz with. Oh, rccollect now
Miss Merton arrived to-day, and will
make her debut in our rooms this even
ing. How wild you were over her blonde
beauty last winter"
"UmP Yes, very fair and stately. Well,
| I'll meet you there to-night-we1l make
our debut, too, in full dress-'red whisk-
ers' and all, " he added soto Uoce.
Rhoda was radiant that evening She
| lighted up well, and, in Il wonderful buff
and scarlet combination of silk, lace and
flowers, the pretty, little, 1.-the, dark fig
ure swaycd in the waltz and whirled in
the galop like some bright, tropical bird.
She danced divincly, and loved the waltz
with grish fervor. Therefore she did
not refuse Mr. Farnham "the pleasure"
when he came toward her early in the
evening and begged the honor of her
hand. She discovered at glance that
he waltzed like "god;" and, as she oft
en- declared, she "would dance with Il
chimncy-swcep if he could glide with her
step" She did refuse him once after.
Somehow, it must have been for the
same reason, of course, Phil. Farnham
watzed oftcner with her than with any
other lady in the room; and, in spite of
his prediction for blondes, brunettes
appeared in the ascendant that evening,
and the fair debutante, Miss Merton,
palcd and languished with jealousy as
she noticed the attention-nay, devotion
that "!ittle, dark Miss Brent" was re-
ceiving from her preur cheUatter of last
winter.
81 never thought Phil. Farnham any.
thing of flirt beforer said Mrs. Shcr-
wood, the next morning, as the girls sal
in the room, talking over the hop; "but
must confess he disappointed me. He
isn't the kind of man | took him to be
Now, last winter he was devotion itseli
to Millie Mcrtoh-and last night hi
scarcely noticed her There was no reason
for his marked non-attention either, for
could see that she was chagrined at his
neglect. Somehow / don't like Phil as
well as l used to. He is changed" and
Mrs. Sherwood shook herhead and sighed
"Perhaps it is his taste only that has
changed, and he prefers brunettes tC
blondes now," answered Rhoda, smiling
to herself slyly, as she recalled Rob-
words and contrastcd them with Phil.''
manner the night before.
"No, not that altogether. ] know hC
don't admire dark women. | mean hi
whole character seems to have changed
He is reserved-not as agreeable or AZ
pleasant as he used to be--critical anC
satirical; and Rob. says he is growing int
sort of woman n-hater-declares HI
will never marry, because he can neve
love one of the women of to-day S,
don't fall in love with him, Rhoda.'
Won't marry because he couldn't low,
r one of the women of tOdayp l suppos
any one of them stands ready to fall int
his arms at his asking! You needn't war;
= me, auntie. ! dislike the man." wa
Rhoda's sharp retort
"Wcll; I'm sure Phil. is nice enough
; fellow, but never should want to MARI,
a him" said Maud
; "rm like you, Rhoda, couldn't stan,
a pair of red whiskers and mustach
# close to my lipsm and Maud shuddere,
very much as Rhoda had done few day
before.
!, Mr.. Farnham's whiskers are not
p really red. Do you think so, Maud?
: should call them more of a blonde brown,
: replied Rhoda, not noticing the 81
glances Maud exchanged with her moth
Z er at this sudden change of opinion il
one who had cOIOred the red whisker
q and mustache herself not ten days ago!
4 Farnham's an odd fellow" exclaime
n Rob, who had come into the room just a
r Rhoda had pronounced Mr.. Farnham'
whiskers brown" I've been irwin
n to get him enthusiastic over our masquel
. ade, and he won't even say he will sta
4 until the night of the ball. He's tired G
4 the beach. Now, Rhoda, if you wer
@ only blonde you might have smitte
4 him with your charms; and through yo
4 l might have persuaded him to remain
, / don't know, however, that wish
a liked you, for"
A "For what?" interrupted Rhoda
D quickly,
"Oh, you'd never suit one another
= that's all. But | needn't bother myself
/, He doesn't admire squaws, and you hat
red whiskers; so there isn't the least dan
e ger of you're fancying one another"
f "Well, Miss Merton is here. She's 8
I pale-face, I'm sure. Can't you persuad
e Mr. Farnham to stay through her, prayg
: " No. he's tired of the beach, and 'ev
D erybody here, he says. So suppose h
| will CO."
: But Mr.. Farnham did stay to the mas
. querade, Notwithstanding it was post
? poned week later than at first designed
= and much beyond his proposed time o
b departure. In that time, too, he pai,
. such marked attention to little, dark Mis-
t Brent that large, pale Miss Merton wa
shocked at the perversity of mems tastes
!. and everybody quite astonished at tn
c turn affairs had taken. Everybody, a