Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1877-04-13

to the tips Of her ears. /" You'll kill
aunty's poor head"
Oh, indeedp feebly squeaked poor
Jack, ms he was hustled smartly out OF
the room, while Miss Buphemia laughed
till the tears stood In her eyes, and said,
softly &C Children and fools speak
truth, truly"
Jack went home the next day; he was
only n school.boy cousin come for the
holidays, and the luckless child had
abridged his own pleasure unawaros;
but the rare delight Of tormenting his
beautiful cousin was n temptation too en-.
ticing to resist. And Madge was teased;
she hated the sight Of the boy, and made
her journey to Boston the excuse for his
riddancc. But the thorn he had left be-
hind him was we'll planted the piquant
ballad haunted Madge and flushed her
face many time when its lifting meas.
ures returned to mock her.
SO to Boston she went, to her dear
friend Polly, and found that proper and
intellectual city nightly agreeable.
Beaus she had by the dozen, but there
were none like Mr.. Schenck; none so de-
voted, so elegant, so noble.looking. She
missed the daily bunch Of fragrant vio.
let's on her dressiDg.table; she missed
tho selection OF new books that showed
always how well he OWNED her tastes,
the fOrestalling Of her faintest caprices,
the devotion that was too delicate to OBJ
trude itself, the homage that was sincere
yet courtly.
Howyoung all lyourgentleman friends
are, Pollyp she said to her friend one
day, after an evening at which at least
dozen sets of English whiskers had vi
brated about her and been pulled before
her, as II paying a kind of mysterious
kOw.tow to the latest goddess.
"Thats fault they will mend of,
Madge," laughed Polly. Even in dear
old Boston we have to grow up, and be
Literdti to boot"
But do so hate boysr" sighed Madge.
And boys do so adore your mocked
Polly.
Madge blushed and sighed. Why did
she think of Mr. SchenckS
In the meantime, there in New York,
Aunt Phcmy had a visitor now and then.
Mr.. Schenck knew his friends, and never
neglected them; he was least of all like
ly to set aside Miss Roper; but she never
alluded to him in her letters to Madge,
and that young lady had already decided
in her own mind that her suitor had taken
himself of to parts unknown to sti1e his
anguish by absence. II Madge had so
good an opinion of her own powers, can
she be blamedS So bewitching as she
had proved herself, should this man be
the exception to her ruler
One night there was to be great and
gay party, to which the friends could
not fail to go, and Madge took unusual
pains to render herself lovely for the
occasion. A new Paris robe was un-
folded from its boxes and wrapp;ngs for
the OCCASION; the delicate, glittering pale
green silk, mingled and mixed with
equally delicate apricot and films of
Malines lace, was wonderfully adapted
to her peculiar coloring and style; and
in her red-brown hair, and here and there
about the dress, clusters of tea.rose buds
perfumed the air as she moved, and har-
monlzed with her dress in every tint; be-
sides these, her sole ornament was
necklet of great opals set in black
enamel.
Madge, you are a miracle to beholdp
exclaimed Polly, as she behcld her.
You have given your mind to it rs
much as ever Mr.. Toots did. Woe to
the Boston boys tonight, my dear! Even
Miss Dorr won't hold candle to you"
Pretty Polly, fresh and sweet as a
June rose in her white silk and pink
corals, deserved comments herself; but
she was willing, fully, to be extinguished
by Madge Roper, whom she worshiped,
as one girl will worship another. SO she
put the fur-llned wrap over her friends
shoulders with an amusing travesty of a
fond, proud mothers care.
AS they went down to the carriage,
Polly said, abruptly:
"Oh, my dear, to think l should have
forgotten! Lucretia Adams told Inc to.
day, in at Copeland's, while you were
talking to Ned, that there is to be new
man at Mrs. Hopes to.night-a New
Yorker, too; such an elegant creaturei !
Lu raved about him, his manners and
customs, his face, his money, and don't
know what more. wonder if you know
him."
What is his nameP" said Madge,
seating herself carefully in the carriage,
in awe of her fresh draperies apparently,
really smitten by strange thrill of Curl
osity.
81 declare, don't know. He's cap.
tive of Hope DORIS, they say the tenth
Muse, as the aesthetics call her."
Madge was reassured. She could not,
of course, know any of Miss DORIS ador.
ers; but as she sat down, an hour after,
to rest little from long walk, little
buzz and motion about the door of the
reception'room attracted her, and looking
up she saw, as the guests parted to ad-
mt their entrance-Mr Schenck; and on
his arm the most beautiful of women.
Tall, fair, with stainless snowy skin,
and hair of living gold, Hope DORIS
Greek features were indeed the very out
lines of ancient sculpture, with the in.
spired expression of lofty intellect
beaming from her great cool eyes and
calm lips; and her simple, statuesque
dress of lusterless white silk, utterly
without ornament, fell about her like the
draperies of Praxiteles.
Madge's heart sunk. How she despised
her French fripperies, her puffed and
creped hair, her iewels-herselfl What
was her girlish, laughing, rosy beauty
beside this goddess from Olympus, with
knotted hair and flowing garments, stately
as Juno and lovely as Venus, and o! eli
max of fate! leaning ON Mr.. Schenck's
arm with gentle condescension, and an.
swering what he said with serene and
lofty smilel rr
How she hated in her heart, too, the
dapper youth who approached her, card
in hand, for the promised paloDl How
he dwarfed beside her old lovers manly
aspect and noble mannerl Poor Madgel
AS she rose to do her duty, she met Mr..
Schenck's eve. He bowed courteously
but coolly, and, to her rage and disgust,
she felt the warm color steal upward to
her bright locks, and she had wild i'm.
pulse to drag the lucklesS youth at her
side out of the door, and bury him and
herself at once in the first snow-drift.
But who ever heard of impulses at
party! The galop was properly danced,
and her alreaCy-iilled card of engage
mania Oana fhrnu0h with. 'hnf in oil no