Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1878-07-19

spare the reader all lovers arts by
which he succeeded in dining where
she dined, in dancing where she
danced, in overtaking her by accident
when she rode. His devotion followed
her TO church where the dragoon was
rewarded by learning there is a word
where they neither polk nor smoke
the two capital denominations of this
one.
He made an acquaintance with her
uncle, who liked him, and he saw at
last with Joy that her eye loved TO dwell
upon him, when she thought he did
not observe her. IL was three months
after the Box Tunnel that Capt. DOlig-
nan called one day upon Capt Hay
thorn, X. N, whom he had met twice
in his life, and slightly propitiated by
violently listening to cutting out ex-
pedition; he called, and in his usual
way asked permission to pay his adj
dresses to his daughter. The worthy
Captain straightway began doing quar-
ter.deck, when suddenly he was sum-
moned from the apartment by a myste-
rious message. On his return he an
nounced, with total change of voice,
that "It was all right and his visitor
might run alongside as soon as he
chose" Myreader has OWNED the truth /;
this nautical commander, terrible to the
foe, was in complete and happy subiu-
CATION to his daughter, our heroine.
AS he was taking his leave, Dolignan
saw his divinity glide into the drawing
room. He followed her, observed a
sweet consciousness deepen into confu-
sion-she tried to laugh, and cried in
stead, and then she smiled again. when
he kissed her hand at the door it was
George" and Marian instead of
Captain this and Miss the other.
A reasonable time after this (for my
tale is merciful and skips formalities
and torturing delays), these two were
very happy; they were once more upon
the railroad, going to enjoy their honey
moon all by themselves. Marian
Dolignan was dressed just as before
-duck-like and delicious; all bright
except her clothes; but George sat be-
side her this time instead of opposite,
and she drank him in gently from her
eyelashes.
Marian" said George, married
people should tell each other all. Will
you ever forgive me if 1 own to you;
no"
Eyes, yesr'
"Well, then, you remember the Box
Tunnel" (This was the first allusion
he had ventured to it, 81 am ashamed
to say had E3 to E10 with White /
would kiss one of you two ladies'" and
George, pathetic externally, chuckled
within.
81 know that, George; 1 overheard
you," was the demure reply.
"Oh! you overheard me! impossi-
ble."
"And did you not hear me whisper
to my companion? made bet with
her.
4" You made bet! how singular!
What was itP''
"Only pair of gloves, George"
"Yes, L know; but what about itph
THAT if you did you should be my
husband, dearest"
"Oh, but stay; then you could not
have been so very angry with me, love.
Why, dearest, then you brought that
action against meP'
Mrs. Dolignan looked down.
q was afraid you were forgetting
me! George, you will never forgive
mep'
"Sweet angel! why, here is the Box
Tunnelr'
Now, reader fie! no! no such
thing! you can't expect to be indulged
in this way every time we come to a
dark place. Besides, it is not the thing
Consider, two sensible married people.
No such phenomenon, assure you,
took place. No scream in hopeless
rivalry of the engine-this time
Charles Red0e.