Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1880-01-09

Was he handsomop / know not; 1
only know that pair of dark brown
eyes had penetrated into my soul-yes,
me, stupid little "Dot." How often
after that morning did | feel those
strong arms about mo, those kind eyes
looking into minel How foolish ami
Probably the mans married--has half
u dozen ohildrenl One thing is pretty
certain, and that is, shall never sec
him again.
/ gave my sister and brother n slight
sketch of the whole affair, and Jack,
dear, good-hearted Jack, flies about all
over the town to discover and thank
my deliverer, but all TO no purpose.
Not even did he get clew TO his name,
so they gradually forgot all about the
affair; but so didnot I. dot was no
longer the same dot" of yore, but
wandered about like the heroine Of
three-volume novel, with the memory
of two brown eyes burned deep into her
soul
January and February were very
agreeable months at Biarritz, and be-
came more reconciled to the lack of
amusements in consequence of the ar
rival at our hotel of most charming
family, Colonel and Mrs. Pallisser and
their two daughters. The latter were
most accomplished girls, and exceed
ingly graceful and pretty; and before
many days Kathleen, the eldest, and
myself formed an attachment which,
considering how opposite we were in
temperament and disposition, was the
more surprising.
| wish | could give you an impress
sion of her beautiful face; she had that
peculiar tint of auburn hair which,
combined with soft brown eyes and
peach-like, delicate skin, gives that
Madonna-like appearance which one so
rarely secs in real life.
Some people, many ! know, would
have stigmatized her as "that girl with |
the carroty hair" and said no more;
but | admired her as | loved her, and |
trust our friendship will be a lifelong
one.
She painted in oils, and ! always ac-
cOmpanied her on her sketching expe-
ditions, | sitting beside her with my
book, while she produced on her can
vas sweet effects of color, combined |
with truthfulness of outline remarka-
BILE in a girl who had studied so little as
Kathleen.
Eventually, as our friendship in
creased and ripened, | poured into her
sympathetic ear the small romance of
my life, and, as l found she did not
laugh ut me or think me ridiculous,
frequently recurred to the subject, and
unconsciously it became the center of
my thoughts by day and my dreams by
night.
So the next three months glided peace
fully away, and the time came that we
should return home to England, the
Pallissers being our travelling COM
panions.
Jack had rented snug little place
in Herefordshire, called "The Grange"
and there | was to stay with them for
acouple of weeks before returning to the
parental roof. 1t was such a pretty
place, rather old-fashioned red brick
house, tucked in among the most lax
nrous toliage you can imagine. The
garden was simply delicious, redolent
With the purfume of roses and carna-
ions, and, indeed, flowers of every de-
'cription. 1t was separated only by
ow railing from the grounds of our, or,
should say, rather, Jack S young land
ord, the Squire of the place.
We arrived tired, dusty and rather
out OF sorts, having had to wait two
hours at a junction where there was
nothing to do but to read the advertise
ments on the walls of the station, and
think l could initiate exactly the ex-
preston on the face of the lion caught
in the net, and the old nabob swallow
ing pickles, having studied them both
Tor so long. Jack, according to his
usual fashion, smoked away like ten
and Geraldine-well, she, |
think, only grumbled; and when we
lid get home at last the country looked
80 deliciously green and fresh, and ev-
erything was so pretty at the Grange !
hat we soon recovered ourselves, and
,he following day was spent in explor-
ng the new territory and giving our
several opinions about everything.
AT four o'clock in the afternoon Jack !
,ame in brimful of news. First item,
here was splendid shooting to be had ',
n the neighborhood, and fishing, too,
vas good; then he had visited the l
'oung Squire, who was "a thunder !
ng good fellow" as Jack expressed y
+, and "game for any thing" He had L
nly just returned from q tour on the T.
Continent, and had not long come into Il
lis property. a
"Ah, Miss Dot" said Jack, with a y
cry knowing look, which he always "
ut on when he means chaff, "now, Il
here's chance for you-fifteen thou Il
and year and title! You would q
nake a charming little lady of the D
1anor, and we would tow-tow to you a y
lost delightfully."-" II
Don't be silly, jack" said, in
uffy tone, trying to look serious. ~
eUer mean to marry" Qhis vehement.
~ +" and detest your Adonises with fl
heir money-bagsr' |,
Jack shrugged up his shoulders rath- c.
incIedulously, and gave little Il
iugh. W
Now, / hate that laugh of Jacks. G.
Well, my dear child" said he pa S,
entally, "all 1 ask of you is to be civil lC
, him tonight when he comes to din "
er' ana put on your smartest gown" A
shall do nothing of the sort" re- fl
lied l. "Smartest gown, indeed! What W
o l care about young 'Squires with IL
lrge rent-rollsp" r,
Anu ieIt Jhe room with strong de- n
not to look my best that t,
vening. What did care about fasci- ic
ating men, when certain pair of d
rown eyes were forever haunting me. h
4" Ah, me" thought l.; chow have o.
hanged. A few short months ago and a.
he idea of Irritation would have made n
le eperkup and jump for joy, and would fl
ave done all in my power to make the b
1untry girls green with jealousy; but g
Ow don't seem to care one little bit II
become acquainted with this mag bi
iiicent Squire" ty
AT first l thought would make some T
Scuso and not annear at dinner. hnt ci