Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1878-01-18

DTemOnltlOnS Oh CnOleTd. All Iub MAI
lory family, mother and sisters, were
in state of worry and fuss from the
first about this expected scourge. They
had twenty plans in twenty days as TO
where they would go and what they
would do. Cape May and Long Branch
and Newport went by the board, be-
cause somebody had told Mrs. Mallory
that the sea-coast would be unsafe.
Then came all the mountain resorts.
This was too far, that was too near,
another too full, etc, ETC., until queer
little place perched up among the Cats
kill Mountains was decided upon.
"And it will be so nice for you, James
dear, for you can get your mails twice
day." said Mrs. Mallory.
But james dear" made no reply to
this. He had other plans.
"Pm not going to sacrifice city COM
fort another summer for one of those
mosquito haunts," he said to his part
ncr. "And as for cholera-bahr'
And so it came about that, for the
! first time in six summers, Jim took up
his headquarters in the deserted house
at home, and found it, as he declared,
the coolest and most comfortable sum-
mer resort he had known for long
! time. l don't mean to say that he took
no excursions away from the brick and
mortar and marble. There was scarce
ly week but found him for a day or so
at one or another of the pleasant spots
about New York, which were easily ac-
ccssible to him by night trains or steam
ers. In the meantime his mother and
three sisters wrote him frantic letters
from the Kauterskill. They offered him
every inducement they could think Of
plenty of room, pure air, a nice table,
and "Such pleasant society"
"The Caledons-mostd delightful peo-
ple-arc here" wrote Kate Mallory;
two charming daughters and q son.
| They live on our street at home, too;
isn't it funny we came up here to find
each other out?n And here followed
an urgent entreaty to Brother James to
come up by Saturday night without fail,
and get acquainted with these delight
full people. But Brother James had
made partial engagement to go home
with MIR. Wing, his partner, on Satur-
day night, and he didn't "see that he
could get away from it" he wrote back
to Kate.
Before Saturday night, however, Jim
Mallory found it the easiest thing in the
world to get away from his partial en-
gagement with Mr.. Wing. 1t was
Tuesday when he wrote to Kate. On
Wednesday morning, as he was walking
down the street, on the shady side, he
suddenly heard strange, shrill voice
call out: molly! Molly! Mollyr' He
laughed a little at the remembrance
this called up, and turned to look in the
direction of the voice. There wasn't a
soul to be seen within speaking dis
tance. But still that voice went on:
"Molly! Molly! Mollyr' ending with a
curious chuckle of laughter. He turned
more quickly this time, and there, just
above his head, discovered gray par
rot swinging in its great gilded cage.
He laughed again, and the parrot took
it up with his mocking chuckle, and
with, it seemed to Jim, actually a know
ing wink at him, repeated once more:
Molly! Molly! Mollyw
Jim Mallory shrugged his shoulders,
then thought of the little dark-eyed an
gel of his search, and was half a mind
to lift his hat to her name, even when
thus shrilly cried, when all at once
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which the parrot swung, which rooted
his feet to the pavement. This "some-
thing was little, dark head, crimped
and curled, and decorated with brill
| liant little bows, that tiuttered in the
morning breeze like the pennons of his
hope. He had spent a whole winter
hunting for her. He had haunted Bos-
ton streets and Boston cars and Boston
shops day in and day out without re-
suit; and here ut last he found her
here in New York, in the very heat of
midsummer!
And there she stood, talking and
chattering to her bird, looking more
like little angel than ever; and there
| below, looking up at her, stood Jim
Mallory in dazed and hopeless condi-
| ton. 1t wasn't possible for any young
woman to remain long unconscious OF
such gaze as this-some attraction,
magnetism, or whatever it may be,
makes them aware" at length And
so presently the owner of the frizzed
hair and the fluttering bows ceased
talking to her bird, and, with a little
start, became conscious of the observa.
ton of Jim Mallory. And once OBJ
served by those bright eyes no young
man could have had the hardihood to
have remained at his post.
But must say Jim Mallory left his
position gallantly-some might have
said audaciously-but there is no audac.
ity but of impertinence, and of this
there was not II particle in Jim. In.
stead only the most reverent chivalry
and chivalry makes itself felt under any
cloak. So now when James Mallory
met those bright eyes, and turned away
with his hat lifted to them, 1 say he did
it gallantly, and the young lady who
was the object of this gallantry was in
tuitive enough to think so too.
You may be sure that as he went he
was not so dazed but that he sent a
keen glance toward the door which
shut in his little dark-eyed lady. But
there was only the number 2767-no
betraying doOr-plate gave him further
clew. This was enough, however, for
the present. More than enough you
would have said if you could have
watched him that morning. Wing,
who was the sedate father of a family,
catching the look in his eyes, asked him,
with grim humor, if he had lately come
into possession of his Spanish estates.
Mallory laughed his genial, iovial
laugh, and confessed that he had had
direct news of them.
Fate, which had been so elusive with
him for the last six months, now seemed
to smile invitingly, for that very night
as he paced slowly up the street, hum
ming to himself "Her bright face
haunts me STILL" there from the door
way beamed the very smile he was sing
ing Of-but-but-wh the deuce was
that-that black-bearded, Italian-faced
individual who sat so composedly on
the second step? What film saw his
Spanish estates disappearing in blue
mist at this If.
The next moment the mist cleared.
"Mr. Langford, when doyou returnP'
the lady asked of the black-bearded.
Jim never heard the answer. What
did he care when he returned? He was
only "Mr Langford'' to her.
The next sentence brought the blue
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