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

"I NEVER WILL w

aipcAutllm Drown eyes nhsnlnB Win IN
dignation.
- "Forgive me, Miss Roper" said Mr..
schenck. q said 1t in sort of despera-
ton, for ] cannot could not think such
passion as mine could fail to call out
response sooner or later"
You are mistaken" she answered.
haughtilyi and, as you know, this is
not the first time have assured you of
the fact. trust it is the last"
withdraw my plea and myself
finally, Miss Roper. Good morninglp
ra He said Il with such dignity that
Madge respected him more than she had
ever done, and her face softened. But
Mr. Schenck did not see it; he took him.
self and his troubles out of sight, If
not out of mind. But rs Madge turned
to leave the parlor she heard boyish
voice from some hiding place singing
loudly, with mischief in every infection:
"Hoar what Highland Nora said:
The Earlic's son will not wed.n
Little wretch" muttered Madge bit
ing her pretty red lips; che must be all
this time in the conservatory. And now
Aunt Phemy Will know all about it. l
may as we'll tell her"
= So she trailed the folds of her deep
blue dress slowly up the stairs to Aunt
Phemy's room. Miss Euphemia was sit
ting in her armchair by the window,
tiny old lady, with soft silver white hair,
and quaint black satin wrapper, illus
gtrated with delicate laces, and the
sparkle of one great diamond on her
little hand. She was cripple, whose
sole change was from her bed to her
. great chair; but, for all that, she was
the heart of the house, and her keen and
kindly eyes saw every thing that was to
be seen, but her tongue kept charitable
silence.
Madge's mother had died young, and
Aunt Phemy had come to her brothers
house to take care of him and his child
till his wife's place might be filled; but
that had never happened. Mr.. Roper
was grave, reticent man, and when the
one love of his life huttered away from
him, like a weary and storm-spent moth,
his heart shut itself for all time; he even
seemed to have little fatherly love for
the wailing baby, whose birth he re-
sented in his secret soul, as one resents a
murder.
, But now he was proud of his beautiful
. and graceful daughter, proud of her
o spirited character, her good breeding,
her crowd of admirers; and Madge was
equally proud of her handsome, high
mided father, though there was little of
the diviner element of love lost between
them.
Many and many an admirer Fell at
Madge's feet, and no wonder. The girl
was young, fresh, lovely and intelligent,
and every charm she had was illumined
by the fttest results of wealth and taste.
A beautiful girl is beautiful in spite of
calico; she is enchanting in lace and
pearls. Madge's profuse red brown hair,
dazzling yet tenderly.tinted complexion,
her soft proud eyes, her slender and eX-
quisitely- nodded figure, her feet, her
! hands were all perfect, and the insipidity
of perfection was removed by the vivid
and variant expression of the soul within.
4'f As she entered Aunt Phemy's room
this morning, with the dark blue folds
of her fine wool dress falling from her
delicate waist, and her face heightened
by color that shamed the carnations
which fastened the abundant lace scarf
about her throat, the dear old lady looked
at her with adoring eyes, for Madge was
her aunty's idol. But the girl did not
come at once for her daily kiss; she
smiled and then she walked across the
room TO the other window, and began to
meddle with the mignonette and pinch
the rose -geraniums. Aunt Phemy wait
ed-she was woman who could wait
and presently Madge fitted suddenly
across the floor, and cropped softly, as a
little bird folds up into its nest, on the
. brioche beside her aunts chair, and laid
e her head on its arm.
= htTAcould mot Gonna IN hnfora Aunty
Fee. Mr.. SGhenck was downstairs"
Miss Roper said nothing, but laid her
hand tcnderly on the rich folds of hair,
and looked at that beautiful head like
benevolent old fairy. She knew when
Madge called her "Aunty Fee" that it
was propitiatory; something had been
done or said that this wayward young
woman was not quite at ease about
=. AndCaunty," Madge went on, slow
: y, picking a carnation to pieces as she
spoke, "I-refused HIM"
, thought you had done that long
ago, Madge," said the old lady, with
certain trouble in her kind eyes.
-" So l have, over and over, but he
wouldn't stay refused. think he will
now" Here her voice rose and rang,
and her eyes flashed. The indignation
reiufned. 81 never will marry him,
Aunt Phemy-neUeI And I think he
understands it at last"
q, Miss Roper's eyes sparkled now; she
was old and wise.
60" Don't be troubled about it, Madge
dear nobody can harass you on the mat
ter. s.h youldon't love man, don't
gnarEy him, If he be king or kaiser.
aAacob Schenek is good man and a gem
Stleman, but think he is far too old for
a rosebud like you"
ga Oh, Aunt Euphemia! you too had been
girl and remembered it. A little
spark entered Madge's cool eye.
- Hes not SO very old, auntv; fifty
Isn't really old for man"
- No it's not decrepit, but it is some
thing more than nineteen; besides, Mr.
ScAenek Is only fOrty-fiye, However,
we. can afford to drop him now, since
zMisa Positive! never will marry him"
rahadge laughed, but there was an un-
.certaip- xing in her laughter, and Miss
-Rhemy went on;
s1ee Are you going 70 Boston, my deart"
gses don't quite know, aunty. / rather
sAtle Boston; but love Polly" -
- - Then you'll have 10 take your choice
7between the love and hate, mademoiselle,
-Apd that directly, for you know Polly is
st4hif.pvSs.s for eaIswer,n
believe will go; perhaps Boston
may be nicer than / think. 1t is awfully
slow, ! am sure"
-sls'i Madgelp
can't help it, aunty; don't know
tyhat.else 10 call it. Shall say trfStel"
set't Foreign affectation is quite as bad
Faspiang, and not half as natural"
10 aunty, what two.edged sword
you are must 60 to Boston to purify
smy English, see"
4 - Hello Madgew and small boy
burst into the room with bounce that is
native TO two small boys. "Oh, Miss
Roper, such lark II you had heard
Madge give 1t TO himl She was stun
ning. tell you" and wicked Master
Jack began his lilt Of Highland Nora"
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