Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1876-12-22

close under his fur cap, and smile
showing the cleaning teeth under his
black mustache.
"well, Miss Tilly, ready to go to sup
peri"
"All but one glove. Want to send a
message to any Of your relations while l
put it onI"
The newcomer laughed and nodded
to Poll, who had already seated herself,
prepared to do her night duty.
of you were quarter as hungry as
/ am, you wouldn't wait for the glove"
"Well, I'll be back in an hour, Poll"
Then there was a second throwing open
of the door, rush of cold air, a laugh,
and streaming backward of red rib
bons, and the two were gone.
Poll tilted herself in her chair, and
pulled an illustrated newspaper from her
pocket, in the columns of which she was
soon absorbed. Not so much absorbed,
however, that she did not perceive sec
ond entrance through the waiting-room
door. A more MISUNDERSTANDING young
gentleman this, slender, blue.eyed, and
very nicely dressed. Poll, with her head
bent over her paper, was quite aware
that he had come up to the window and
was staring discontentedly into the
office.
kiiss-a-NIiss Evans, has your
friend gone to support"
Poll came down on all the four legs of
her chair and faced about. My friend?
Oh, you mean Tilly. Yes, she has," and
the paper was raised again.
! Mr.. Jones, after drumming doubtfully
\ nj all uvn nf IN
room with undignifed haste, and slammed
! the door with such force that even Poll
was somewhat discomposed. But she
only commented, as she resumed her
former comfortable position: I'm glad
/ amt got Tills affairs to manage"
She would, perhaps, have admired the
way Till managed them herself if she
could have heard the conversation which
took place rs that young lady and her
escort walked toward Mrs Evans board
| ing-house. Despite the keen air and his
alleged hunger, Mr.. johnson was much
inclined to saunter, and to talk in the
style denominated soft"
What sort of day have you had,
Miss Tilly?"
"Oh, comfortable sort of day.
Not much TO do"
But you always have to be on hand
in that fusty depot l wish you'd give
up telegraphing.
"And take in sewing, and earn a
quarter of what / do now. That's the
way the men talk, Telegraphing's too
public, l expect"
I'd rather woman care for didn't
do it,"
Nonsensew flashed Tilly. "You
couldn't learn telegraphing yourself in a
year. learned it in fortnight. Tele-
graphing is real art. 1t takes a deal
more brains than your work at the mill"
Mr.. johnson was naturally nettled.
"That can't be so. What with accounts,
and management, and responsibility of
machines, have my hands full. Tele-
graphing is as easy as reading when one
is accustomed to it."
"It's not easy. You needn't contra
dict me. It's exceedingly impolite of
you"
Iimpolite to yOu! Why, Miss Tilly,"
the youngman said, lowering his voice lest
the passers on the walk should hear,
"you're the woman want to be most
| polite to. You know /"
Z" / know l wish you'd hurry. I'm
freezing to death here, right in sight of
the house. l should think we'd been
fifteen minutes coming a quarter of a
mile"
Mr.. johnson mutely mended his pace
Arrived before the boarding house, he
stood still, mute, on the sidewalk Tilly,
safe on the steps, and with the door half
open, turned back to him.
" know Pm cross, but can't help it.
I'm as hungry and cold as 1 can be.
You're real good to come round and walk
home with such bear as l am. You'll
come again, won't your" she added,
coaxingly, laying little gloved hand on
his arm. "Pll be as pleasant as l can
be-"
The little gloved hand was seized and
pressed to lips half hidden by black
mustache. Miss M'Ewens was for mo,
ment confounded by this sudden audaci-
ty. Recovering her wits, she glanced
hastily up and down the street, and
snatched her hand away. Like Uriah
Heep, she had "gone too far; but she
could go back again.
What do you mean, sir? think
hereafter | shall have to depend on the
escort of Mr.. Jones'"
81 beg your pardon" The young
man stepped back little, and the rays
of street lamp showed cheek flushed
like girls. 81 will bid you good
night, and not interfere with Mr.. Jones
again." was the bitter addition.
Don't be foolish. didn't say you
interfered with Mr.. Jones"
/" He was coming round this evening,
I suppose'"
81 didn't say that, either. He came
last night. Mr.. Jones is very respect
full to me, although ! am in telegraph
office"
" How can you speak in that way? AS
if could be any way but respectful to
the girl L"
ooh, never mind apologies. It's toe
cold for extras tonight, and want my
supper. And I'm sure l don't want tc
quarrel with you"
"Then you'll forgive me?" was the
quick question
Tilly turned again and held out hel
hand, saying, in her old tone: "Im q
good deal better at forgetting, l think
If you're always Very circumspect in
future, sha'n't remember this at all
Good-by; I'll see you tomorrow" and
the little figure vanished.
The same little figure, dressed in q
smart suit of black silk and hat with
gay plumes, was seated, on the mex
Wednesday afternoon, by the side OF
Mr.. Jones in stylish cutter. Some parts
of the conversation that took place ]
here record
pretty house there on our left, re,
marked Mr.. Jones.
"Very."
at takes my fancy, it's so cozy ant
! domestic. / mean to live in such &
house when settle down, provided il
suits my wife. How do you like the
house, Miss Tilly?"
"Oh, houses are pretty much the
same to me, if they're not boarding
houses"
Yes, boarding houses are disagreea
BILE, Don't you think man ought to be
settled in a home of his own by the time
he reaches my age. Miss TillyY"