Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1880-11-12

The communication which he had in
tended for the steward of his club had then
gone TO Grace. Well, what of itg Doubt
less 1t was mere business communication.
She would laugh, and at once comprehend
ing the mistake would RENAL it to him with
some merry comment. That would be all .
Yes, but how then explain the chagrin and
CONSERVATION with which Farrell recognized
the mistake, and how account for the pain
full agitation which his face and manner be-
tray as he stands with his hand to his fore
head debating desperate means for the re-
cOvery OF the epistlel Evidently there is
something we don't know about, nor yet
even guess, connected with that letter to the
steward. Young men sometimes have queer
secrets and queer contidants.
Farrell Elances up at the clock. The New
England mail closes in ten minutes. What
ever be does he must do quickly. OF course
Why hadn't he thought OF II before? He
must go to the Postmaster and tell him his
predicament. No doubt he would return
him the letter at once on its being pointed
out.
Farrell was pointed TO where a gentleman
sat with a stoye-pipe hat ON the back Of his
head writing at desk. He did not so much
as look up from his work as Farrell stood
over him, and the latter, recognizing that il
was no time for ceremony, began at once.
" / am sorry to inconvenience you, but the
fact is I've Just this moment made rather
awkward mistake in inclosing letter TO one
person In an envelope directed to another,
and should like to get the letter back out OF
the Connecticut mail"
"Very sorry, sir" said the Postmaster
without looking up. "Can't do anything
for you. Such mistakes are constantly being
made. IL We undertook to rectify them
couldn't attend 10 anything else,"
"But sir," exclaimed Farrell, al am
respectable person. There Is my card"
That won't do, sir" said the POstmas'
ter. "No Offense, sir, but II I'D seen you
drop that letter in the box with your owl
hand l should have no business to give Il
back to you. The law makes the mailing o.
letter legal evidence OF its receipt, and 4
would make a pretty mess II a man aftel
mailing letter could get 1t back again. Ex
euse me, sir. You see Pm busy, Good
days" and the Postmaster, fitting forward
his chair, dipped his pen in the ink and re
commenced writing, as ObliyiOus Of Farrel
from that moment as IL he were In Tartary
| That same afternoon, about two hours ant
half afterward, allowing for the difference
In time, the bell rang at the front door Of In
/ residence OF Mr.. Abel Harrison on one O
the finest streets Of little city in the ancien
State OF Connecticut. Mr.. Harrison was a
his business. Mrs. Harrison was out shop
| ping. Miss Grace Harrison was out OF tow
staying with friend over night. Lucy
GIaee's elder sister, was at home alone.
:" A telegram, Miss HARRISON" said IN
servant, bringing her up the fateful yello'
missiye. II was directed to Miss Grace HaT
rison, but In most families kilograms are con
sidered common properly, and LueyOpene
II without hesitation. IL was signed "Farre
BainbTidge," and read us follows;
You will receive a letter from me to- mol
row. Il Was sent you by mistake. Pleas
burn without opening
Miss Lucy Harrison was extremely deyoi
ed 10 her sister. Her engagement had bee
a great trial 10 her, not more on her own az
| Graee,s behalf She had been convince
from the first that Farrell was not the thou
sandth part good enough for her siste
This was not that she knew anything spec
| &c against him She would think the san