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

strange mixture"
"Leave out one Of them ingredients
and put bit of meat in its place, and
! it'd be a very nice MIXTURE" said the old
woman; "and then let 1t go slow-slow,
| Young man, over slow fire, and you'll
have no reason to be dissatisfied with 1t.
Merry Chrstmasw
Any other time he would have burst
into genial roar, and given the old
woman two merry Christmases for her
one, with "God bless you, auntiep
thrown in, but now he didn't even smile,
but thrust his hands into his pockets
again, and, walking on rapidly, took up
the thread the basket had broken.
"Tll see her once more, though / told
her tonight we'd parted forever, and I'll
ask her again, seriously and calmly this
time, for l tods in rather temper last
night, If she gave him the glove; and If
she refuses to answer, or if her answer
is Yes I'll be off myself to some
foreign land for q year--or two--or ten
or twenty" And waxing angrier and
angrier he went on: "She always was o
flirt, and always made me wretched.
There's Frank Mears, she danced with
him almost all evening at Kate Guinea's
party, and Al Adams carries violet in
his pocket-book she gave him last spring.
and as for this dandy book keeper, she's
smiled so sweetly on him every time she
met him that it's been with the greatest
difficulty I've kept myself from knocking
him down. Hang i'll il had him here
l 1oouId knock him down" and he
squared off and shook n formidable fist
AZ the empty air, just as, from the base.
ment of small church he was passing,
rang out in sweet childish voices verse
of an old, old Christmas hymn:
| And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide OF Christmas
All others doth defacc.
Christmas morning. Essie Smith sat
in her pretty little sitting-room holding
her pretty little hands over her pretty
> little ears. In truth, the noise was
dcafening, for Essie's modest apartments
were only small part of the big house
in which she lived, and all the other
rooms were blessed with the presence OF
two or more children. Whistles and tin
horns were being blown, drums beaten
rattles sprung, and all kinds of animals
Santa Claus animals, | mean-wert
uttering or trying to utter all kinds OF
cries, and apparently alive to the impor
tauce of the day, and anxious to con
tribute each his mite to the general re
ioicing. Essic's canary taking seconC
breakfast in desultory way, sang louc
and shrill after every seed.
Esther was salcswoman in q large
millinery establishment, and very glac
. . she was of holiday that ,odS really {
holiday, for most of the days so calico
e. hor fl,n h0r OF inn n ~
all. A pretty girl-a very pretty girl
|. with frank hazel eyes, shaded by won
derful curling lashes, and bronze BROW
s hair arranged in some mysterious manne
G in puffs and waves and braids, all min
), gled together so that you couldn't tel
y where the putfs began and the braid
y ended.
g The waves, however, rippled ava
L. from low, fair brow and down behint
n two pretty little aforementioned before
st l believe-and lost themselves in tn
n braids at the back of the head, and jus
e. above the left ear was stuck u coquet
ir tish butterfly knot of blue ribbon.
N Essie was not alone. Brother Joe wa
in there too, his chair tipped back on it
d hind-legs, and his feet or the windo'
H. sill, reading thrilling romance in III
g Wonder Of the World. Brother Joe wa
Id three years younger than his sister, an
cashboy in the same store she brightcne
Ig by her presence every day, Sundays an
ye holidays excepted, for moderate salary
ly paid weekly. Suddenly he threw dow
lg the paper, dropped his feet on the foo
Id and converted the chair from biped
I'd quadruped with thump that mad
al the tlower-pots on the window-sill tren
cs ble "Oh, say, Essie," he shouted
Mt "take down your hands; want to spea
bt to you-shut up, will you!" to the canary
c, and springing from his seat he graspe
I'd the two little hands, bringing away wit
Up one of them as he did so the butterflyis
I'd blue bow.
III "There, now, Joe, see what you'y
es done! and ! dare say you've tumbled q
ic my hair about, too" said Essie, maxim
re a wrinkle-it didn't amount to a frown-
or in her brow.
Sc "Tumbled your hair!" said Joe, vii
~ broad grin. "Why, l couldn't hay
y; tumbled it much more than it was
~ crinkled and frIzzed and standing OF
III ten ways for Sunday. But l say, E
"A isn't Tol coming here to-day? That WI
"; all bosh about parting forever, WASH
hu it?"
"pm sure l don't know whether NJ
g, Lolliver is coming here to-day or nc
us and I'm sure don't care, either" sa
op Essie, with toss of the bronze brow
ew head the bow was carefully pinned
OF its place again.
ne "Phewp whistled Joe. "Ain't yC
NY gettin' polite, sisP Mr.. Lollivcr,' VIII,
nc he's been Toll ever since was smt
va chap. say, Els, wasn't lovely bah
Up And you don't care, either" mimickil
the toss of the head. What whoppe
"a, If he don't come, nice time I'll have wi
tic you. Look out for red eyes and noses
Ter Which flippant remarks were receiv
me in digni6ed silence.
lat Not at all disconnected, Joe beg
nd again: Look-a.here, sis, think
1t. and as you're an orphan, and I'm 20
in only guardian 'cept auntie, and she dol
i'm amount to nothin, you ought to pay
he little attention to my opinions-l thi
1t it wasn't quite right for you not
Ter answer Mr.. Lolliver' about that glove
ly, Don't say another word, Joe, on tn
ice subject--not another word" interrupt
ire Essie, her eyes flashing and her che
his flushing. How dare he insult me
ed asking me such question? I'll nev
'dS answer it-no, never. Horrlu, Je
me GUS old thing! And he always WI
ad too, expecting because because
mustn't look at anybody else. Let h
y stay away. If he comes won't see hiu
A knock at the door. There he is no
ler with a smile that looked wonderful
ok like a glad one. "Joe, don't you lea
'he the room"
dy Joe took chair and The Wonder
ne. the World again, and Essie hast
me snatched handkerchief from the tai
We and began to hem it, as she called o.
me in voice she tried to make seve
lg, "Come inl"
nd 1t lOas Ptolemy, heavy-eyed and gra'
ter faced; and for the first time in ten YET
CHI he and Essie exchanged no Me-
Christmas" on Christmas morning;
gh in silence he flung his hat on the flo
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