Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1878-06-07
PRETTY MRS. 0GILvIE.

unl mIeOt OU1uN III,
All the women are jealous of her;
there is no doubt about that. The first
time she appears in church with crisp
mauve muslins floating about her and
dainty mauve erection on her head,
which presumably she calls bonnet, |
know at once how it will be. And, of
course, the other sex will arrange them
selves on her side to man; that is also
beyond question. As she rises from her
knees and takes her little lavender
gloved hands from her face and looks
about her for moment with a sweet,
shy glance, she is simply bewitching;
and doubt if any male creature in our
musty little church pays proper atten-
ton TO the responses for ten minutes
afterward. A new face is great rari-
ty with us, and such new face one
might not see more than once in de-
cade, so let us hope we may be for
given.
As gaze at the delicate profile be-
fore me, the coils of golden hair, the
complexion like the inside of sea shell,
the slender milk-white throat and the
long dark eyelashes, which dropped
modestly over the glorious gray eyes,
shall | own that | steal a glance of dis
approval at Mary Anne-my Mary
Anne-the partner of my joys and sor-
rows for twenty years and the mother
OF my six childrenp Mary Anne's fig
ure is somewhat overblown, her hair is
tinged with gray and the complexion of
her good-humored face is slightly rubi-
cund. But she has been a good wife to
me, and feel, with twinge of COM
Function, that | have no right to be
critical, as | think of a shining spot on
the top of my own head, and of little
box received from the dentist only a
month ago, carefully secured from OF
servation. But as we emerge from
church l draw myself up and try to look
my best as we pass the trailing native
robes. Jack, one of our six, stumbles
over the train, which gives me an OPP
portunltyof raising my hat and apollo
giving for the brat's awkwardness; and
l am rewarded with a sweet smile and
an upward glace out of the gray eyes
which is simply Intoxicating.
"We must call on Mrs. Ogilvie at
at once" observe to Mary Anne as we
proceed across the. fields on our
hOmeward walk. "It is my duty as
her landlord to find out if she is com
Portable. She is q lady-like person. l
continue automatically forbearing to
allude to the obvious beauty; land |
daresay, my dear, you will find her an
agreeable neighbor."
"Lady-liker' cries my wife, with a
ring of indignation in her voice. "II
don't call it lady-like to come to a quiet
country church dressed as if she were
going to flower-show. Besides she is
painted. A color like that can't be
natural. But you men are all alike
always taken with little outside show
and glitter
But, my dear" demonstrate, per
haps she did not know how very coun-
trified and bucolic our congregation is;
and really do think it will be very
unneighborly if we don't call. 1t must
be very dull for her to know no one. !"
/ ignore the remark about the paint,
but in my heart | give the assertion an
emphatic contradiction.
Mrs. Oglivie has rented small cot
tege which own in the west-country
village in which / am the principal
doctor. She is the wife of a naval ofii-
Ger who is away in the Flying Squad
ron, and had settled in our sleepy little
hamlet to live quietly during his alb
sence. All her references have been |
quite uneXceptionable, and, indeed, she
is slightly known to our Squire, as is
also her absent husband. "a spendid
fellow he is," Mr.. Dillon tells me;
:" stands six feet in his stockings, and
is as handsome as Apollo; indeed, l |
don't believe that for good looks YOU
could find such another couple in En-
gland"
The following day Mary Anne, with
but little persuasion, agrees to accom-
pany me to the cottage to call on Mrs.
Ogllvie. The door is opened by neat
She is at home, and we
are ushered into the drawing room,
which we almost fail to recognize, so
is it.
Presently Mrs. Ogilvie comes in,
looking, if possible, even loveler than
she did the day before. She is in a
simple white dress, with here and there
I knot of blue ribbon about it; and she
has a bit of blue also in her golden hair
Her manner is as charming as her ]
ooks, and as she thanks my wife with
pleasant, cordial words for being the
irst of her neighbors TO take compass
ion on her loneliness, can see that !
ny Mary Anne. whose heart is as large
IS her figure, basely deserts the female
action and goes over TO the enemy.
'irs. Ogilvie is very young, still quite '
. girl, though she has been married s
hree years she tells us.
"It is dreadful that Frank should {
ave TO 60 away" she says, and the I
ears well up in her large gray eyes; |
that is the worst of the service. See; I
Iere is his photograph" lifting case {
rom the table and handing it to Mary Q
Anne. sis he not Handsomely a
He is most undeniably so, if the like 4
less speaks truth, and we both saw so; O
iary Anne, with the privilege of her 4
ex aud age, adding word as TO the S
eauty of the pair. a
20, yes, replies Mrs. Ogilvie with
ut the smallest embarrassment; "we v
re always called the handsome S
ouple. 4" q
suppose something of my astonish- 8
lent expressed itself in my counte-
ance, for she smiles, and says: 81 am Fl
fraid you think me very vain; but n
annot help knowing that am good /
)0king, any more than can help be- o
~ aware that my eyes are gray, not h
lack ana that my hair is golden. IL o
gift from God, like any talent, II
aluable one too, think il, and / own ii
lat l am proud of It for my dear k
ranks sake, who admires Il so much b
Yes, this is Mrs. OgilYie's 'speculiarity. a