Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1877-02-02

crs quarrel still moro interesting than
4" The Pirates Ghost" had dropped that
marvelously-constructed and curiously-
written story, and was listening intenty.
t. Looking" continued Ptolemy, |
+" for that particular shade which you |
said you must have to match your may
onnaise"
Polonaise," corrected Essie, mildly. |
"Deuce take i'll l don't care what
IL is" thundered Ptolemy.
"But / do" said Essie, with great
gravity. 81 much prefer--as garment,
mean-a polonaise to mayonnaise; for
although, suppose, in some far.oif lands
the savage maidens might think n com
bination Of wcll.bcaten eggs and oil
and"
"Bother" interrupted Ptolemy. How
can you 90 on so when you know I'm
wretched? And bought them at the
very place you told me to-Jugla's-
though I'd forgotten the name and gone
into any number Of places before | came
to it. And now, after all my trouble
though that goes for nothing, for I'd do
a thousand times as much for you
you've given one of them to Arthur God
frey. And you won't explain! Perhaps
you can't explain. He may have bound
you to silence. Why don't you speak,
Essie9 Confound the gloves! wish I'd
never seen them. What shall doy
"Cut your Jugla," suggested Joe.
Boyl---" began Ptolemy.
&c Vile caitiG' would be BETTER" said
Joe.
The indignant lover cast whitening
glance of scorn at him, but Joe smiled
child-like and bland, and didn't wither
bit.
Esther" began Lolliver again, "you
know how love you, you know how I've
loved you for years, and yet you never
gave me glove"
81 couldn't afford to-" said Essie, in
nocently. "Tve never had but two pairs
of kids a year, and thread gloves arc not
poetical, nor wooden ones either. Knight
have given you a lace mitten last sum-
mer, but didn't think of it."
"a mitten" cried he, choking with
rage. al understand you, but I'll say
no more. Twill be calm"-choking more
than ever. "It's all over. This Christ
mas, which l hoped would be the mer.
riest, will be the saddest of my life, and
the New Year Good.b by"
Sweetheart, good by" gently added
Joe.
Essie put her apron to her eyes, and
began to cry. "Oh! OH OH" she sobbed,
"who would have dreamed of such a
thing? My Tol saying 'good-by' on
Christmas Day But you always were
the jealousest thing" taking the apron
away to look reproachfully at him, "and
l don't know how I've endured you Sc
long" and up went the apron again,
land I've worked your initials"-sob-
Gin my hair"-another sob" on a silk
handkerchief for you" many sobs.
You didn't give it to him!" cried Tol
a ray of hope darting into his face
"Then where is it?" No reply, only
sobs behind the apron. A shadow
quickly succeeded the ray. Good by
Essie," said Ptolemy, the obstinate
wretch. And as he turned to leave the
room, carrying his head very high, hi
stumbled over SNOWFALL, Essie's grea
white cat, and her especial pet, that wal
coming quietly in with mouse-no, no
mouse-mice are not of dark, indie
scribable shade-but some small objeC
dangling from her mouth.
90 sisr' yelled Joe, falling fiat on tn,
floor in his eagerness to snatch the prize
"What, Joe, what is it?" cried Essie
and down came the apron leaving tn
wonderful long lashes glittering will
tears.
Something the cat brought in," h
, shouted. "hurrahw And there, soile'
g and wet by the snow in which it had lail
, all night, was the missing glove.
81 must have dropped it as Arthu
kissed my hand" said Essie, as cool q
you please. {" / suppose the one he hat
was Kate Guinea's. She went and got
!, pair like mine the moment she saw them
They're engaged, but they didn't wan
} her father to know it, so he made be
e lieve he was in love with me-"
Ptolemy seized SNOWFALL in his arms
and fell on his knees-he did indeed
( my darling, forgive me-" he said
; only this and nothing more. His elC
/ guence had fled with his jealousy.
\ Don't you do it, Es," said Joe. He
4 be jealous again tomorrow, and swea
somebody's got that bow in your hair,
C you should happen to lose it and pu'
1 didn't find it."
Q "Try me, Essie," pleaded the love
: Essie turned away. Don't turn frol
me, dear. Oh, how unjust I've been! an
h so unhappy, Essie! Won't you come
q my arms, my own little girl?"
How can l, Toll Lolliver," said h
town little girl" mischievously, "whc
you've got the cat?"
= "Bless my soull so l have" sai
= Ptolemy, dropping Puss as unccr
moniously as he had picked her up.
What ingratitude" said Joe.
= Essie," again entreatcd the peniten
! holding out his arms. Essie took OF
y step, Tol two-on his knecs-and as
- clasped her to his heart, kissing Il
" laughing eyes and lips, the noon-tin
Christmas chimes burst out merrily wi
u the good old.fashioned tune, " Life
II !, US cherish"
II "By all MEANS" said Joe, waving h
u silk handkerchief above his head, al
= joining in the last notes with Tol-Lc
I! liyerI'-H Hdrper's Bdzdr.