Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1878-06-28

Maggie took them from her cousin
and placed them in the blind girls
grasp Jessie inhaled the perfume for
few moments, and then placed them
in the bosom of her dress. "Oh,
what lovely rosesT' she cried. "Thank
you so much, Mr.. Carson ~
Now, dear, let me escort YOU" said
Maggie; &C. see your invaluable Barton
has already got your luggage ashore.
This way, dear"
"Algy, you and must follow, as we
cannot lead" said Frank, as he took
his friends arm. al say" he whis-
pered, "what beautiful voice she has
got, hasn't she You'll be falling in
love, old fellow ehP"
"Not l." replied his friend; "rm
not equal to a goddess like Miss Ham,
blyn. Besides, you know He
stopped suddenly, remembering Mag
gie's caution.
"Well, besides what ? Don't mind
me-" said Frank.
80 dear no; the fact is, I'm rather
sweet on some one else, you see. She
was delighted with those roses, can
tell you. What thoughtful fellow
you are ! never can do those pretty
things"
"Then, friend Algy, take a lesson
now and rose next time"
They all drove rapidly back to the
rectory. Mr.. Denne met them on the
steps.
"Welcome to Wittlesleigh, he ex-
claimed in his CHEEKY voice. "Jessie,
my dear, | am delighted to see you.
Come in = and pressing fatherly kiss
on the wide forehead he led his beau
tiful visitor into the drawing-room.
Luncheon is ready" he said, so
when you young ladies have exchanged
condolences we will sit down. Do not
be too long, DEAR" he added to his
daughter.
"We shall be ready in a minute,
papa" replied Maggie.
Scarcely, l think" said the rector,
laughing.
But do not forget | breakfasted at
seven this morning"
"What a nice fellow your cousin
must be, Maggie! fancy his taking the
trouble to gather these lovely roses! |
wish could see them," she added with
sigh. "But Maggie, dear, what do
1Ou uOClOl Ill lOlNl
papa that perhaps might some day
recover my sight, do hope he is right.
He wanted to galvanize me, or some
thingn
"Of course he is right, dear; he
never would have been so cruel. He
could not have held out hopes if he were
not quite surep'
80 Maggie, fancy! just fancy being
able to see the sea, the sky, the Aowers
and you, you darling, once again. But
it is too good to be true. 1t is quite
impossibler' A weary sigh closed the
sentence.
Not impossible, dear. So let us
hope for the best Hope and pray and
trust in Gods mercy"
Jessie bent down and kissed her kind
friend, and then the two girls had a
"good cry" together.
Nearly two months passed away and
still the party at Wittlesleigh Rectory
remained the same. To those of my
readers who have stayed in sweet South
Devon, | need not explain the pleasant
life which young people can, and be-
lieve do, lead in that land of picnics.
Love in these latitudes ripens with the
strawberries, and comes as naturally
as cream; so the young couples at the
rectory paired off almost unconscious
ly. Such an arrangement in the case
of Algy Vernon and Maggie Denne was
not surprising, for they had been ac-
quainted from childhood. Mrs. Ver-
non and the late Mrs. Denne had been
schoolfellows. They had never severed
thn HcI IN fhtrc ipstinfo1 H., "a
was more natural than that the affec-
ton entertained by the parents should
descend to the childrenP At any rate,
Algy was deeply in love with the pretty
Maggie; and she, though not so pre-
occupied respecting him, thought her
old friend very nice indeed, and, if the
truth was told, preferred him to all her
numerous admirers.
But Frank Carson and Jessie Ham
blyn had no such excuse. Yet the in
fluence of the Devonshire air was such
as to kindle IL spark, which showed
symptoms Of bursting out into a very
decided flame indeed. The train OF
sympathy was laid, it required but that
spark to be applied to it, and then the
barriers of prudence would give way
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and Maggie understood each other, SC
did Frank and Jessie, and the numer.
Gus excursions and picnics in which
they passed the afternoons only served
to rivet their bonds closer.
One sultry afternoon last excursion
was planned to the Fairy Glen. The
party had been increased on this occa.
sion by three couples from neighbor.
ing parish, and, despite the threatening
appearance of certain huge masses OF
cloud, the expedition started. The
romantic spot which Maggie--no mean
| Judge in these matters-had selected
| for the afternoon meal was one of those
lovely bits of landscape so familiar to
many of us. A brawling stream makes
its sparkling way amidst moss-covered
powders, over pebbly shadows and
| swirls beneath the wild flowers on
its banks. Then gliding calmly into al
unrutfled pool, itlazily creeps beneath
a picturesque bridge, through the sin.
gle arch of which ancient structure the
moor is seen extending its wild, undula.
ting curves. And then the water, Sc.
cure in its pride of high birth in yon-
der hills, takes no heed of the narrow
passage till, ere 1t is aware, it is caught
in rapid, and hurried over the cas-
cade to the sea, where it is lost forever.
Such were the features of the WOO
land dining-room on that eventful day
"a day never to be forgotten by any
member of that merry party.
The cloth was soon laid beside the
stream, and when all was ready full
justice was done to the al freSco meal.
More than once muttered growl or
subdued roll was heard over the hills,
but the suggestion of thunder was met
by the reply that the sound was merely
the echoes of the blasting operations at
the quarries, or the rattling of the
trucks on the neighboring tramway.
The air got more and more sultry,
and even the insects seemed to sleep.
The trees whispered to each other, and
their topmost branches waved a gentle
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