Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1879-01-31

poor, placid Mrs. Muldoon; and then
the young termagant turned upon her
It's your business" she cried, "to
put an end to this madness between
Dolph and me. Do you think it's a
very nice thing TO have your daughter
-papa's daughter-engaged to be mar
ried to a man that can't afford to buy
himself a pair of shoesP'
"a little temporary embarrassment,
my child"
"a little temporary fiddlestickw
broke in Mollie. cts for ever and
ever, and hopeless, and l wish was
deadr' Here she began to sob again.
What can l dop'' said poor Mrs
Muldoon.
"You can break off the engagement
forbid him to enter your doors-in-
suit him-tell him yon won't give your
daughter to q pauper-make him so
mad he'll never look at me again"
"rll do nothing of the kind" said
the poor lady, her own cheeks begin
ming to burn. II admire and respect
the young man too much to cause him
any unnecessary suffering; but I'll tell
him to give you up, for his own sake as
well as yours"
That night Mollie implored Jack to
lock her in her room and take away the
key. Mammals going to have talk
with Dolph, and don't want to inter-
fere," said Mollie.
Jack consented, he said, for the mu-
tual benefit of those concerned. 1t was
a case de iUnattco tnqitirendO. Mamma
would attend to the lunatic downs stairs;
he would hold guard over the one in
the upper chamber; and it being about
time for Dolph's usual evening visit,
Jack turned the key in Mollie's door,
and went whistling into the adjoining
chamber. The case of madness below
was easily disposed of. Poor Dolph
met Mrs. Muldoon half way. He con-
fessed it was the merest presumption
upon his part to aspire to the hand of n
creature so fair and sweet aud supreme
ly perfect he owned that his pecuniary
prospects were hopeless, and his future
blank season of despair. He would
trouble her no more, and might God
bless her and prosper her! And here
the poor fellow grew so pale that Mrs.
Muldoon began to comfort him and cry
over him us woman wills and their
broken voices mounting up the dilapi-
dated chimney opening to Mollie' room
above, she started to her feet and ran
over to the door, Il..ao o'
"Jack! Jackr' she Grid, "let me out
this instant.r
"Not much," said Jack.
"Jack, listen to me-" begged Mollie.
"' 'Jailer, hear my cry" said Jack.
Pm not going to do anything fool
ish, Jack."'l u Tllt JH.l u = .
"' Jailer, l am not mad, said
Jack. "Now, see here, sis, it's no go.
This rock shall fly from it's firm base
as soon as l."
''Jack, I've got SO that Aunt Gym
thia gave me toward my walking suit;
you shall have it for your club skates if
you'll let me out"
"Ha! what is this l hearP" said Jack.
Bribery! Corruption! Woman, would
you insult meP Three dollars, did you
sayP And I've got fifty cents. Marry!
pretty sum of money"
At that moment was heard the broken
voice of Dolph: "Good-night-good
bye" The front door closed upon the
despairing lover.
"Hang itr' said Jack, 81 was Just
beginning to relent."
81 can get him back again" said |
Mollie; but she found this not so easy, |
after all. Dolph had pride of his own |
that hadloDg battled impotently against |
his love. He had always mourned his |
to buy little trinkets for Mol
lie, or lay some beftting token upon |
the shrine of his idolatry; and now that |
Mrs Muldoon had shown him the seri-
GUS injury he was unwittingly doing the
one being he adored, it was enough.
He came no more to the house; the
skating pond missed its champion; the
main street lost its most graceful |
no more little billets-
doux went into the vest pocket nearest
his heart, or lay in the perfumed re-
cesses of Mollie's battered writing-desk
The brokers' Office where Dolph was
opened late and closed. early,
for there was very little business doing
in those times of commercial depreS-
sion, but Ire haunted the busy streets of
the financial center with so haggard
and distracted an air that he passed for
a youth who had ventured his all upon
some rotten security and lost it. Which,
indeed, was the truth in more ways
than one.
Mollie, who had not looked for this
tirmness of resolve upon his part, be-
gan to grow pale and listless, she also
forsook the familiar haunts that love
had made so delightful, and busted her
self more than ever with patching up
the outward appearances Of her toilet
and the shabby surroundings at home.
She grew less plump, less rosy; faint
lines of thought traced her fair white
brow; her eyes took a shade of melan-
choly in their depth that made chem a
deeper, softer, darker blue.
"She's losing her health" sighed |
poor Mrs. Muldoon.
"She's more beautiful than ever"
said Mrs. Cynthia Cinqbar, Mrs. Null
doon's fashionable sister.
1t was midsummer, and Babbleton
was at its loveliest and best, and it be-
came necessary for fashionable people
to leave it at once. Among the arrivals
at popular watering place might have
been noticed the names of Mrs. Cinq-
bar and Miss Mollie Muldoon, and
within a month letters began to reach
Babbleton that made the heart of poor
Mrs Muldoon beat with alternate hope
and fear.
"Mollie behaves like an angel"
wrote Mrs, Cinqbar; "and if you show
the least discretion and sense in follow
ing up this providential opportunity of
hers, it will be the luckiest thing in the
world for you all. Mr.. Fithian is
man of distinction and influence as
we'll as wealth, and will be able to give
Jack push in life. We should all of
us be exceedingly grateful for Mollie's
success; and do hope you'll manage
to get that moldy dining-room of
yours repapered and painted before
Mollie's return. Jack might help in
these things during his holidays, and
I'll see that you have present
able linen and china for the
table. If you lived within the pale
of civilization, Mr.. Fithian needn't,