Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1877-04-27

and instantly attempted to revive him,
oblivious Of her surroundings. She held
her own vinaigrette to his nostrils, and
dashed the remainder of the water in the
carafe over his face. Then she rang the
bell violently; and when it was answered
by chubby servant whom she had never
before seen, Jane managed very we'll to
frighten her into an immediate summons of
the doctor. The alarming impropriety of
the situation never occurred to her. Had IL
been stranger who thus invaded her
territory, Jane could not have done other.
wise than revive him; but it was actually
the Rev. Mr.. Powcrton in the flesh, and
Jane tremblcd as she contemplated his
helplcssness.
The Rev. Mr.. Powerton was a clerical
star of the first magnitude in the frma.
ment of home where Jane dwelt, eloquent,
genial and popular to the extent that
might have turned the head of wise
man. An adoring public had persisted
in investing his personal history with a
charm of sentiment, for he had never
married, and was the idol of the feminine
portion of his congregation accordingly
Jane in her inmost heart had for years
considered him noble among mankind
but she had withdrawn from her public
manifestations, although she had in
secret wrought one of the innumerable
pairs of slippers sent him anonymously
She always blushed when she thought of
such temerity, while hoping that the
weary feet of the great clergyman might
seek her gift after the days labor had
been accomplished.
All these things rushed through her
mind while she held the vinaigrette to
his nose, and she had the satisfaction of
beholding reviving consciousness as
the doctor entered. The doctor was a
brisk, abrupt little man, intent only on
his business. The presence of Jane
seemed to surprise him-if anything
could surprise him in his professional
career-andh he demanded to know where
the servant had gone. Receivingno sat.
isfactory response from the chubby girl,
he made such use of James services that
she had no leisure, for that swift hour,
to think of any person save the sick
man. The servant had left him at a
critical stage of the fever. Jane could
only think of all those devoted female
parishioners at home in contrast with
the pitiable condition of the Rev. Mr..
Powcrton, abroad, stricken with dan.
gerous Illness, and left to the tender
mcrcies of careless servant. She had
found him just at a critical moment,
when life was ebbing away to uncon.
sciousness. Then lights had flickercd
about, and the doctor pressed Jane into
active service during all this interval
and the tall servant had only just re.
turned from his stroll when sobbing
Minerva, looking up at the window OF
the next house, discovered her lost sister
Jane recognized in the servant the per,
son on the curb-stone, smoking and chat.
ing with the maid.servant, and instant
antagonism awoke between them. He
had inquired as to her residence, and
been answered in the terms overheard by
the anxious listeners outside.
Herbert Wilson led Jane downstairs
later, protesting against his assurance
that she was in the wrong house, and il
was only when she beheld the fat land
lady in the adjoining garden that she
was stricken dumb by her own blunder
Herbert Wilson was installed chief
nurse, the insolent servant dismissed,
and the ladies lowered about the door of
the sick chamber, ready with sympathy
and active service.
There came day when they waited on
their own threshold for Herbert Wilson
TO lead the cOnvalescent slowly through
the yellow gate into their presence. The
Rev. Mr.. Powerton was tall, ditinified
man. He advanced to Jane and took
her hand with emotion.
"The doctor tells me that you saved
my life when was dying" he said.
"Ah, how grateful l am that mis-
took your green gate for our yellow one
that nightp returned Jane with fervor.
Herbert Wilson looked at Minerva
Significantly, and smiled.
Two months later there was a quiet
wedding in London, and the bride was
elderly Jane, while the groom was nc
other than the celebrated Mr.. Powerton
considered so long prize in the matri
mOnial market, unattainable by the young
and fair. The foliage might fade al
charming Baden, and the fat landlady
retire to winter.quarters to count heI
gains; Minerva might ramble with heI
husband to the far East; Jane was going
home to preside over that large congre
gation-a post of honor that filled hel
with secret trepidation to contemplate
How could she hope to please every
body?
1t happened, just before quitting Liv'
erpool, the bride discovered much
worn pair of slippers among her hus
bands possessions.
81 like these best, because the colorS
arc so soft and subdued, silver and gray
The bright red flowers on green make
my eyes ache" said the Rev. Mr.. Power
ton. Perhaps you could work another
pair like them, my dear"
Perhaps could, as made these my
self" returned elderly Jane, with glee.-
Harper'S Weekly.