Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1876-03-17
:ee, the two little lovers had drIr,ed far

reached the SumH1um bOnum of veritable
college. Taking advantage of the alb
sence of their sou and heir, the big folks
at the hall went abroad; the house was
closed, and although many an apple and
bunch Of grapes from the old place
reached Sally, with the rest Of the viii
layers, she never cared to taste these lux
uries from stranger hands. Will spent his
holidays away, and Sally would not even
have heard the sound of his name had il
not been for the soiourn of Angelica
Crane at a boarding school near the col
lege. Perhaps Sally would rather not
have heard his name than thus from the
lips of Angelica, whose bump of reverence
was small, and who held the young
squire pretty much as she held every
body-impOrtant in the ratio that they
contributed TO her own pleasure.
The acres of Farmer Crane were broad
and wide, and outnumbered by many
score those that belonged to the Randall
family; II was whispered that even the
goodliest property of the old squire was
heavily mortgaged to the shrewd and fore
handed countryman, and that match be-
tween Miss Angelica and the young
squire would moi he bad thing for the
latter. On the other hand, these plain
folks at the Crane homestead had spared
no pains to show their willingness TO fur
ther whatever plans were made for the
| joining of these two goOdly estates.
Angelica herself had confided to Sally
that she had more strings To her bow than
one, butthat she knew which she preferred,
and had often tortured the poor little
maiden, when during Angelica's holidays
they had spent night or two together,
by reading her, among other love-letters,
some productions from the eloquent and
ardent pen of Will Randall, poor little
Sally's perfidious lover. Long after An
gelica's curl-papers had ceased to rattle
upon the pillow, the soft silken rings of
Sally's yellow hair were wet with tears of
envy and grlish despair.
But rs years went by, and old Time
soifencd the bitterness of those holiday
stabs by dealing others of a more vivid
and startling character, when cares and
gricfs close at hand crowded alb Jut her
and hemmed her in, she became resigned
to this one among the rest, and even
talked with AngelidE of her loves and
lovers with a GOODNESS that astonished her
self There became less and less griev-
Gus similarity in the description of the
young squire to that shy, sweet memory
of Sally's of long ago. He had now, it
appeared, an incipient mustache, his
hands were white, he was more and more
perfectly splendid" with every fresh
confidence; and this brilliant figure left
the old, simple, tender likeness all to it.
self in Sallys young heart, and it became
dead and buried like all the glad things
of life, along with her father, the school.
master, and the pale young mother she
could just remember; and as she turned
the ice cream frcezers that night in the
cellar of Farmer Crane, not one thought
OF jealous spite or envy of the fair Angel
lea came into her little head.
She did listen TO the music, and heard
the noise above, and it was "a sort of
nice" as Mrs. Crane had said; and as
she turned and turned one freezer after
aDother, Sally became interested enough
in her work to forget more important
trials close at hand.
1t made the soul of the farmers wife
glad within her, when she went down to
taste the cream, TO find it beginning to be
all that her fancy painted.
"It's prime" she said, smacking her
lips and holding the spoon to Sally's
pretty mouth. "Jest taste it, and tell me
if that amt fur ahead of Towers stuff in
town. II stands to reason, Sally; there's
real cream in that ar-none o. yer nasty
skimmin's! Now keep right on. dear
be jest as Keeriul as you kin, cause now S
the resky time when the hull thing kin be
spilled by mite o. keerlessness. Jest
turn and turn, dear, first one, then t'Other,
this away and that away. The idee of
that pesky da'ter o. mine tellin' me only
mint ago she knowed it d be lumpy
and soft And, Sally, she's the most an
feelin'--"
:" It's only her fun" said Sally.
Funw echoed the vexed matron.
"Wa'al it's mean kind o. fun, and il
ID sarve her right if she came out the lit
tie end o. the horn yet. But we'll take
keer o. the cream, won't we, Sallyy"
THAT we will, ma'am," said Sally,
warmly.
jest turn and turn, you know" said
the poor woman, and went up the cellar
steps, not knowing that Destiny had some
work of her own to do that night, and
had ruthlessly chosen the farmers wife
for the agent of her own discontinue. Al
the top of the steps she met the young
Squire, He said that, like the young
woman in the ballad, he was weary OF
dancing, and proposed to have the old
game of COpenhagen-and could she tell
him where he could get rope?
"Why, yes" said Mrs. Crane, "there's
one right down here in the cellar. I'll git
ii, Will-thats right lev all the fun you
kin; you can't be young but once;" and
down she went into the cellar again.
Now if she had only contented herself
with getting the rope and handing it tC
the young Squire, who stood waiting al
the top OF the steps, all would have been
! well. He had scarcely lett Angelica:
, side the whole evening; he had whis
pered lots of pretty things in her ears ht
} determined to tap no hand but hers il
the ring. If Mrs. Crane had only handed
him the rope without word but she
couldn't help it, poor woman; it was the
fault of Destiny, as l said before. Some
thing compelled her to stand right at tht
foot of the stairs and whisper:
keep right on, Sally, dear-turn ant
turn, like good little lass"
And she might better have spoken
} aloud. Her whisper was of that stentO
, rian description that it cut the air. it fell
swoOp upon the ear of the young Squire
and presently he heard sweet, low voice
|, in reply:
"les, ma'am, I'll attend to it nicely
He went pack with the rope, in daze
, What was to be turned and turned, anC
who was the turner? What Sally was il
that owned that sweet, low voice? ant
what sweet, low voice owned that deal
name of Sally? Will Randall had beer
famous at school and college for solving
, problems; he never would, in fact, leave
one unsolved; and presently he Slipped
| away from the rope, out of the room, ant
/ made his way direct to the cellar door
He opened il softly, closed it carefully be
hind him, and wentslowly down the steps
The bull's.eye of the furnace glared at hin
rs ifthe genius of fire within was bent upoI
some spree of his own one OF these days
; he heaid squeak, squeak, squeak, lit
7 tie distance of, and followed the myste
rious noise, confident It had something Il
do with that problem he was bent upoI
+ solving, He walked on tip-toe, passing
, many a coal-bin heaped to the top Will
coal his locks brushed many ham anC
e tongue ana juicy bit of bacon; h'
saw many long shelf filed with Christ
e mas cheer; it was fit to soften the hear
/ of this young scion of noble but i'm