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

foexct his hungry lonesomeneB
To fAwn about my feet
All, though the world seems full, sometimes.
OF darkness and of dust
The soul u not quite desolate
faas Which birds and babies trust;
Made mp of grief and guile,
While eyes 80 shadOwleB and sweet
Smile back to eyes that smile,
Elizabeth Axsrs Allen. In youths Comaxnlos
MIS- LANDLADY'S DAUGHTER.
.'Yes, Mr.. M'Govern, she is comm.
home tomorrow"
s"Nol Really-ah! mean-exact
y-yesr'
.Ah, Mr.. M'Govern, if you coule
know how I've toiled and shaved ant
pinched that that girl could have an
edication! / never had no learning my
self" -
Preciselv--just SOL
And made up my mind that An
ME should be lady, and she is, sir
she is"
Certainly-no doubt. Really, thu
fact is-Would you mind2-I am very
busy"
Now the fact was that Mr.. MGoverr
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 a piece o.
work that not only absorbed all his en-.
ergies, but apparently presented diff
cuities that he was not likely to over.
come.
The case lay just here. Mr.. MGov.
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
wheimed her with bouquets such as can
only be produced by a 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't q respectable pair Of boots,
or shilling to get their hair cut" even
then he might have done something.
But, a. it was, what could he doe
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
"genius 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 a month to it he might vet man.
age to get up something she would like
to read-hc 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 Arabella? 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! 1talian-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 ir 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 dauph-
ter's expected return. he had GOT inst
thus far:
Midst roses fair. obi lovely A,abe,la-
Sion, tbara w.. oo,,.r pnt ho..,
work # ;np And hara M Me- c. ~
was met bv a dif3icnitv that hos on
nressed m INV a oraotar ,oat nos "
His landlsdv 6ad hroten tho oh.;n 80
inspiration. besides r was r;no o,olnaI
he rc,,,d,.t A. hat.s. :. .I % n.ne uioen'
fee for there was frosh ao e. ~ .nu ~,
Of woods that no ,yas as,aotaJ III
40 80 T. a. VIC" oAp1oOoo " uiS-
30 u ~ JUG evening ne wouid 60
1us anu eau upon Arabeila; which he
oiu, ana at mldnight ne returned to his
grlmy apartment on Mrs. Gibson's third
no0r, more IN love than ever.
but on the Following evening, when
ne came nome from the office. he re-
memoeiea mrs. Gibson's announce
menu, anu az the tea-tabie he looked for
the young lady in question. Not that
ne cared what she looked like, but
snen hum! not a pretty girl. by
any means!' 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 him? Ha! he didn't know. Now