Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1878-10-18

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! And, rising from his knees, the vic
tim faces me with a grave face, which
all at once breaks into an irrepressible
smile of amusement that he vainly
strives to conceal.
l flush angrily at what consider his
impertinence. Afterward, when / see
myself in the glass, my wonder is re-
moved-my dress, all tumbled and
creased, is smudged all down the front
with green moss and rust, while across
my forehead is q great streak of dirty
oil. | suppose must have used my
dirty hand as an impromptu hair-brush,
without thinking of the Improvement
was adding to my beauty. My volun-
tary assistant stoops to clean his hands,
and as he is wiping them on his hand
kerchief, l notice a very handsome
antique ring on the little finger of his
right hand. Seeing my look, he re-
marks
81 am rather proud of this ring; it
has been in our family for generations.
1t is very much admired by connois-
seurs;" and he holds it out to me for
inspection.
decline to look at it, coldly observ-
ing that l was no antiquary; and
smile to myself at the idea of bailifl
talking of generations" as if he had
had an ancestry. He turns away as if
to return to the garden.
"Now or neverr' 1 say to myself:
and with a rapidly beating heart / be-
gin:
Ahem! Would you like to go in
side our ruinP"
l try to speak in an insinuating tone,
while my stupid heart thumps so Won
der he does not hear it.
"lS it really ruinph he asks.
am obliged to admit that it is only |
an imitation one; and then confusedly |
mutter something about people liking |
to see such things.
THANK you all the same" he says, |
but think will content myself with |
an outside view; | dare say it is full of |
earwigs and spiders, very unpleasant
creatures to have tumbling about one
don't you think soP''
Eyes" l slowly assent, adding quick
ly, as | am seized with likely idea. |
80, yes! | am so terribly afraid of
them; and papa will make me keep my
gardening tools in there, so that 1 am
always prevented from gardening un-
less William is here to get them for me.
wanted to do little gardening now,"
continue, glancing at him timidly;
"but suppose l must wait till can
find William, and L try the effect of a
little sigh.
Success! My fish nibbles! Now to
land him!
Cant 1 act as Williams substi-
tuteP"
And, without waiting for my permis-
sion, the unfortunate bailiff braves the
earwigs and spiders and enters the
trap.
"Thank your l cry, excitedly. "You
will find them in the recess behind the
door"
Hastily following him, pull to the
door, turn the key with a desperate
wrench, and, covering my ears with my
hands, l fly like a hunted deer toward
the house. E
How slowly the time passes! Three
o 'clock-four o 'clock-no father! If he
does not catch the four o. clock express
from Bardmoor he will not reach home
till seven.
Another hour before he can arrive! |
try to read but cannot settle my ideas.
1t is equally useless to work. | torture
myself with all kinds of horrid thoughts.
but at last the hands of the clock point
to half-past five. He must be here
soon; so | go to my bedroom window,
and watch the road till see him com I
ing, and then 1 rush to the door, and,
opening it on the chain, cautiously
whisper to him:
"Be careful, father, and, when |
open the door come in as quickly as
you can; but look round first and see if
any one is watching, as the bailiffs are
here, and have been trying to get in" !
cautiously unhook the chain, and
open the door so gingerly that father
has to give it quite push before he
can get in.
so, papa, dear" cry, as kiss him, I
'' am so glad that you are come back. !
I've had such an awful fright. The !
Dailiff has been here, and would have
got into the house but that was too
clever for him." |
And 1 clap my hands and laugh glee-
,ully as | relate to my father the ex- |
,iting events of the day; and he calls
ne his "brave little girl" and ga l
leroine," but only laughs when as
ure him that the bailiff looked ''quite 7
ike gentleman"
"Well, dear" my father begins, as -,
We sit down to dinner, 81 saw old Mr.
Barton, and he has advised me to pay y
md settle the matter at once-in fact,
lie candidly told me that he thought | ,
vas in the wrong-so after dinner we !
will release your friend. | daresav
Omething warm for his inside and
ONE golden ointment for the palm of !,
lis hand will soon put matters right. !
Did Barton is ageing very much" my
ather continues, as he refectively sips
lis wine. "He was very pleased to
ee me. | had quite a long chat with
lin. He says that his nephew, whom {
e intends to succeed him, is very clev- Q
r. He is a fine-looking fellow, | should o
ay, judging from his photograph. Q
lis uncle gave me one. I've got it in d
ny pocket somewhere" n
One glance is sufficient. 1 dash it n
rom me, and burying my face in my o
ands cry out: il
30, papa, papa, the bailifp' e
"Where, where, girlP" asks my fa- n
her, springing from his seat and up D
citing his wine as he looks eagerly q
bout the room as if expecting an am S
uscade of county court myrmidons. y
go, what shall 1 do?" | exclaim. "
Tell me, implore you, father, that l
not Mr. Barton's likeness! You are /
My joking-I know you arer' and l O
1oked at him piteously. O
Joking, girlr' he repeats. "What II
o you mean? Whose likeness do you )!
nagne it to beP" n
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p in the ruinr' q
"Whewr' whistles my father. "That's s.
/, is itP Hore's a pretty kettle of fish! n
'ou've locked up the young lawyer p
'om London! Gentlemanly bailiff in o
eed! Action for false Imprisonment b
amages ten thousand pounds. Well, t.