The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1878-10-04

trusted women-he had one or tw
severe lessons, poor old misanthrope-
but who could be vexed with such
pretty child as this9
my dear" said be, ''it's naturs
enough. But you shouldn't be ou
b here alone by youself. Tell you
mother to take better care of you
.. Where do you live?"
AT Rose Lodge" she faltered.
Il will walk home with you. Wha
did you come out for-bnttercups o
butterhies?" he asked, good -humored-
ly.
81 came out for little walk" saic
she, shyIy. IL don't kaow wht
you are
! ''rm Mr.. Clingly."
1.-The 'Squire?' ss
"Yes; 50 they call me. Why, what
is there so strange about that2" be
asked, noticing the quick change on
her face
"Tve heard of the Squire" said the
dark-eyed damsel. Sand I somehow
formed the idea that he was cross and
elderly. But you" And here she
checked herself in silent confusion.
"Well, rm not young" said the
Squire, laughing. And 1 can be cross.
But you needn't be afraid, my child.
l shall not be cross with you. Would
you like to cross to the high road
through my road gardens? l assure
you they are we'll worth looking at"
"Oh, should be so d-lightedl'' said
the young lady, her dimpled face light
ing up all of sudden. Il have 50
loDged to see them. But they told me
you didn't like strangers"
Sand l don't as general rule" said
the Squire, a little irritated at thus
being brought face to face with his
own caprices. "But l think I shall
have to make an exception in your
favor. And, l supposs'-a little more
slowly-''in your mothers, also."
81 thank you," said the young lady.
''But mamma isn't with mo-"
mot with you7" said the Squire.
THAT accounts for your wandering
about 10 this careless sort of way.
Write to her to come at once"
The damsel looked surprised, but
just then they entered the 'Squire's
beautiful rose garden, and he went off
into a catalogue of learned names that
was at least quarter of an hour long.
'A pretty little creature" said the
Squire, when his visitor had gone
home with both hands full of gorgeous
white and crimson blossoms. 81 real
ly think must call upon the Apple
gates. I never saw fairer eyes in my
life. and she has a voice like flute.
Yes, I'll call-I'il certainly call, and see
if there's anything more needs doing,
to make that old rattle trap of a place
more comfortable.
''Well, Squire said Mr.. Foxwell,
that afternoon when he came in for his
usual chat. show do you like the
widow?"
''The widowl What widowF"
Mrs. Applegate, to be sure"
Il haven't seen Mrs. Applegate"
"Why. yes you have"
s'I'll thank you not to contradict
me, said the Squire, waxing choleric.
''Man alivei" cried out the agent,
forgetting his respect in bis eagerness.
'she was walking with you in the rose
garden this morning."
The Squire looked surprised.
"Mrs. Applegatel Was that pretty
child Mrs. Applegater
''Herself and none other"
"Why, she isu't eighteen"
81 beg your pardon. eighteen and a
half. She told me herself"
''The deuecw said tho Squire.
why, what business has q widow to
be so young and prettya Well anyhow,
I'm going over to the Lodge to call
this afternoon.
He was as good as bis word.
Well, any reader of the great book
of human nature can easily guess the
rest. The Squire had held himself
absolutely aloof from feminine society
80 long that the first relapse into it pos
sessed all the zest and sparkle that he
imagined had departed with his lost
youth. Mrs. Applesate was pretty,
alone, and poor. The Squire was rich
not bad looking and able to converse
well. And so when their engagement
was publicly made known in the Au-
tumn nobody was much surprised.
So that Rose Lodge is $50 Let"
again. And if any one wants an eligi-
BILE summer residence they have only
to apply to Mr.. FoxwelI. Premises in
good repair. Rent invariably In ad-
vance.