Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1881-07-01


opened and Miss Mandy made her ap
pearance on a "righting and dusting'
crrand.
suppressed my indignation on see.
ing her wrap an old dusting-rag'
around her broom, and with It dab and
smear over the face of my divinity
above the mantelpiece. fancied she
did it with special spite toward the
fresh, young loveliness, which, by con
trast. rendered her own scraggy form,
sallow face and deep-set, dark-circled
eyes yet more unattractive.
La, Mr.. CourtenayW she ex-
claimed, turning and affecting to be.
come aware of my presence; "who'd
have expected to find you shutup hereP
Readingp Well you are literary char
acter; only I'm afraid it amt good for
you, If you came into these parts for
your health. The piney-woods is a
powerful strengthener of the lungs.
You ought to walk about 'em more, and
drink the tar-spring water. L mako a
pint of going TO the tar-sprng every
day or two, and won't object to show
ing you the way for once, if you'd
choose to go along with me and little
black Prue. take Prue along for want
of moro congenial company" added
Miss Mandy, with a pensive simper.
felt little startled. More than
once of late 1 had fancied that Miss
MANDY had treated me with q favor
which she vouchsafed no other man In
whose company / had beheld her.
had observed that she had somewhat
smartened her dress, appearing in ear
rings and pink neck-ribbon; and that
to-day her hair was twisted into innu.
IN erable little wiry rings and spirals
above her forehead.
She had offered to make me turpen-
tine-tea and pine-cone cordial, as being
beneficial to the general health; and
here she was now actually endeavoring
to inveigle me into lonely walk
through the pines at the sentimental
hour of twilight.
l limited how delighted l should be
to some time avail myself of her kind
offer. To-day / had business which
would take me to distance. And, be.
fore Miss Mandy had had time to COM
plete her dusting of the parlor, was
on my way to Dorkey's.
found the old man seated lazily il
front of his log-cabin, surveying witt
an air of patriarchal satisfaction hi:
pigs and chickens, and his patches o
peanuts and watermelons, while hi.
accomplished wife artistically nodded ;
pot of freshly-churned butter. They
received me with great politeness; and
after some preliminary talk, / inquired
about the picture.
"Well, sar," said Dorkey, thought
fully. II can't igzackly say who da
pictur's meant for. neber see nobod,
like it, nor. nigh so hons some. But da
pictur' was made-lemme see" =" put
ting his knuckle to his bald forehead
-"'bout leetle more'n four years
ago, by painter-gen leman as wa
stoppin' at Marse Davis tavern TO
sake OBJ his healf. He had conniption
but de piney-wood cure cured him
Pears to me he guv ole Marse Davi
dat pictur' when he went way; an
heerd marse say twas powerful like
'cep' not so hon some, as Rosey. Da
was wot he call lher- RoSeym concludes
Dorkey, with emphasis. 8f.
My heart gave glad little throt
The picture was painted only four year
ago, and Rosey must now be in the flu
bloom of her youth and beauty.
"And are you sure, Dorkey. tha
you do not know who this Miss Rose
WASP"
"Sho's death, sar Neber heer
bout her 'cep' dat onct, and do kno
no more bout her dan de man in
moon-ef dar is any man up dar," b
added, meditatively.
Passing over this astronomical poin
inquired the name of the artist VIII
had painted the picture.
:" His namep Well, done enemo!
forgot it. He come roun' to my cabi
onct, and made a pictur' O. my pic
and chickens. Say, Clo," he called,
his wife, ''say, ole woman! wot de nam
O. dat gentleman come to my cabi
onct and took my pigs and chickens?
"Neber heerd o no gentleman stea
ing yo' pigs an chickens!'' responde
Chloe, with dignity
"Oh, sho! you knows well nuff wot
MEANS" returned the master of til
house, impatiently.
"Ef you means de gentleman WI
painted your stoc@,' retorted Chlo
with strong emphasis, and an air OF il
} finite superiority, Ibis name WI
, Rooster!"
} RoosterP" repeated. vainly searcl
ing my memory for the name of son
artist resembling this euphonious appe
lation
Suddenly light flashed upon me.
WAS it RoySter?
, "Jes' so, sar-jes' so! OATS {
: berry name!' and Donkey cast tt
umphant glance at his mortified bette
half "She think she mighty sma
{ woman, sar," he whispered, :" but 81
don't know eb'ryting. He, he"
, Leaving them to settle this differen
of opinion as they might, and declinir
1 the hospitable offer of watermelo
, while slipped something into Chloe
hand as soother of her wounded fee
ings, returned to my tavern lodging
1t was sunset, and they were milkil
l the COWS in the little meadow-pat,
, through which my path lay, and
a caught sight of Miss Mandy leanil
: pensively upon the rail-fence, with
1 bunch Of flowers in her hand, which
: felt sure was intended for me. Fort
$ nately. she had not perceived me, al
p l evaded the snare and slipped throu,
t the orchard unobserved.
}, That night / wrote to Mr.. Guy Ro,
(; ter, artist, and in precisely ten da
!, therefrom received his answer.
S My letter. he said, had followed HI
It about in his autumnal wanderin
among the Virginia mountains, viii
y accounted for the delay in answerln
@ The picture regarding which inquire
n had been copied by himself, some fo
d or five years previous, from an origin
- portrait, belonging to Mr.. Davis.
# whose inn he was at that time stayir
1t MIR. Davis had allowed him to keep t
@ original, which was the work of his c
IS friend and preceptor, a distinguish
1t artist. II was portrait of memt
II of the Tyrell family, of Marsden Coz
g ty This was. ir brief, all that he col
d tell me in regard to the picture in whi
1 took so much interest.
"a 1.-The Tyrells, of Marsden County
n The words seemed to present so dir
m clue that, with sort of romantic
ID thusiasm, at which | have since m