The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1878-03-14

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~ To lawn about my feet
Alb, though the world seems full, sometimes,
"a OF darkness and of dust,
The soul ID not quite de<olate
.s Which birds and babies trust;
Lite is not all .wilderncss,
sa H,de mp OF F1ef 40 kuile,
n Smile back to eyes that smile!
Elizabeth Aksrs Allen. Tn Youth's Comasnion
MIS- LANDLADY'S DAUGHTER.
'.Yes, Mr.. M'Govern, she is coming
home tomorrow en
.e"Nop Really-ah! l mean-exact.
iy-yesr'
.fs ..Ah, Mr.. M'Govern, if you could
Z know how I've toiled and shaved and
pinched that that girl could have an
education! l never hadno learning my
self" So
/" Precisely--fust so.,
And / made up my mind that An
ME should be lady, and she is, sir,
i she Isl
>.Certainly-no doubt. Really, the
fact is-Would you mindp-l am very
busy"
Now the fact was that Mr.. M'Govern
was determined not to take the slight.
est interest in the world in his land
lady's daughter. And at this moment
he was, also, engaged upon piece oil
work that not only absorbed all his en-
ergies, but apparently presented diff
culties that he was not likely to over
como. $50 ~ =
The case lay just here. Mr.. MEOW.
ern, salesman and commercial traveller
for large dry-goods house, had recent.
ly made the acquaintance in an ada
cent town, not as large, but fancying
itself quite as important, as New York,
of young lady who had suddenly in
spired him with the exaggerated senti-
ment we commonly call love. At least
he thought So And now the problem
lay, how to awaken corresponding
emotion in the heart of the fair being
to whom he felt anxious and DESTROYS
to offer the devotion of lifetime. II
he had been rich, he might have over
whelmed her with bouquets such as can
only be produced by metropolitan
florist. But he was not rich. On the
other hand, II, as he expressed it to
himself, he chad been one of those
newspaper chaps, who are always say.
ing things and writing things, you
know, and walk into girls heart when
they haven'ta respectable pair of boots,
or a shilling to get their hair cut, " even
then he might have done something.
But, al it was, what could he dop
Finally an idea occurred to him.
Brilliant in epigram he was not, and
certainly could never hope to be; but
somebody had surely once said that
"gcnius is only indomitable persever-
ance," and there was the hare and the
tortoise, and the little busy bee, and
there was no knowing but that if he
gave month to it he might yet man.
age to get up something she would like
to read-he could certainly write as
good business letter as any fellow in
the office. But then it ought to be in
rhyme. And here another difficulty
presented itself. Her name was Ara
bella, and what on earth would rhyme
with Arabellap Yet Petrarch had GER
tainly been in the same scrape; there
isn't word in the language that ends
like Laura. But Petrarch wrote in
italian. Ha! Italian-that was the
thing. But then he didn't know Italian,
neither did Arabella; and as for at
tempting to deny that fellows wrote
poetry to their girls in English-oh,
dear me! no, that was too absurd.
So he set valiantly to work, and on
the morning when Mrs. Gibson invaded
his sanctum to announce her daugh-
ter's expected return, he had got just
thus far:
i
Midst roses fair, oh! lovely Arabella
Stop! there was cellar. But how ito
work it IMP And here Mr.. M Govern
was met by difficulty that has OPP
pressed many greater poet.
His landlady had broken the chain Of
inspiration; besides, it was nine o. clock,
he couldn't do better than go to the Of
flee, for there was fresh consignment
of goods that he was expected to dis
pose of. In the evening he would go
out and call upon Arabella; which he
did, and at midnight he returned to his
grimy apartment on Mrs. Gibson's third
floor, more in love than ever.
But on the following evening, when
he came home from the office, he re.
membered Mrs. Gibson's announce
ment, and at the tea-table he looked for
the young lady in question. Not that
he cared what she looked like, but
them q Hunt not pretty girl, by
any meansr' but somehow he looked
again. There she sat, soft little body
in gray merino dress, with pair Of
very pretty hands placidly folded in her
lap. What was the impression she
gave himP Ha! he didn't know. Now
tn nod r. obo Cd
funny word, wasn't it? well, there was
no harm in thinking it-clean, that was
it. Perhaps it was the awful CRIME of
Mrs. Gibs0n's front basement did it,.
Contrast is everything, you know. But
ali! she wasn't like the divine, the
beautiful-
"Mr. MGovern, will you have an
other cup of teaP''
My! what q sweet vOicef
Now wnaJ WAS IL ma1c the Old board
ing-house day by day SO much less in
tolerable than it used to bep Perhaps
it was the dust. Somehow the univer-
sal dust had ceased to assert itself as
formerly, and became conspicuous by
its absence. Everything in Mr.. MGov-
ern's room by some magic got into its
right place. Inanimate things may be
totally de7raved, but somehow his
showed an violence of reform that ar
gued the exlsence of saving grace
somewhere. Were on earth were the
holes in his stoe.;ngsp He missed
them. Certainly he in ones stock
;n~ 4 more honored in Se breach than
n The observance; but ". = = necnl; .a,r
sspe r for clerk, in { sa puuI,a.
house! Ham.
remember what his landlady ha Aid
to him about her daughters eu
ton (Poor woman! ne 9ion -
.ier eome big words bothered ner; ~
no. ma then he came across one IN
nuz.ied him.) 1t might be that Ann
,~ouId be nice to talk TO-. But ne mu
~ !. eaSe subject. How would ponu
do9-here be VS. tolsrAbly strong MI
sell. ..,..s.-.,cr a. ma
.scsrdino ones hero, but NO sooner 3
Ts1srence M'GOvsrn began 70 iaak y
- 80 1nnie fhnn he specially -
- 49, ~ rsind that the adminietxaaon
CDR Republican Governmens 49, -, e
one thing on earth thai nc hney !. - s,
- abo9t. How humilienng = y
TSe same thing over agsan. e
.;r,t s rich man Of . newepaPSf g
mo - you do with : girig 1ney
essir kesde picked ful! o. mug
~chool fbat 5 fellow Who'e RI ~
- to,Soru can't know anything ~
"a & yeu haven't st ~ mon