Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1881-12-16

through the avenue as he finished
speaking, Dick drew up with n resonant
clash of bells before the broad door OF
the comely old house which people in
general called the Square House, or in
dividuals, in case they were punctilious,
the Squire's House.
JINGLE SECOND.
kathleen, Kathleen, you cannot,
you will not break my heartp'
Kathleen's lip quivered, her eyes fell
before the half lf-commanding, half-be.
seeching gaze that rested with such in
tensity upon her face. For second
she was honest with herself, and owned
silently that II she broke this manly
heart 1t was breaking her own. too.
| Then there rang out on the clear,
frosty air of the star-lit Christmas eve,
and penetrated koenly into the breath
less hush of the room where Kathleen
and her suitor had finished hanging the
Christmas wreaths he had brought her,
an hour ago, q peal of seigh-bells--
the very same old, silyer-voiccd bells
that the blind girl had loved, shaken by
the impatient stamp of the coal black
horse standing at the gate.
Not at the gate of the old fair home,
'the 'Squire's House," but before 0
cramped, brick tenement in dull city
street. Full of hope and courage, Dick
had left the beloved "Square House
and gone out to Uncle Lane and India
when he had finished school, Upon
his fathers sudden death and the al.
most simultaneous disaster which swal-
lowed up many more fortunes than
this ono, Dick, at whatever sacrifice,
would have fastened home but fol
Kathleen.
But Kathleen, strong and self-willed
as ever, would not hear to her gentle
mother, would not for once hear to
Snowflake.
"Uncle Lane writes, and Dick him.
self writes, that Dicks fortune is made
if he can remain ut his post given
space of time. Remain he shall" !"
vowed Kathleen, clenching her hands,
land he shall know SO much only of oul
losses rs is necessary. He shall have
every chance to gain the fortune he
used to laugh about, but which has
now become n matter of such bitter
need"
Kathleen's temper, Kathlcen's will
\
ried their credentials with them, and
drew over to her side friends and help,
ers by whose aid everything was sold
yes, even the silver sleigh-bells, fol
Snowflake insisted on it--a transfer eff
fected to this changed home, and work
found for Kathleen that the mother ant
her daughters made brave efforts tc
call the equivalent of their living ex
penses.
So Dick was left TO work on manfully
at his far-otf toll, saddened, indeed
but unsuspicious that Kathleens S let
ters left the half untold of their revers.
es and all the stint and suffering there.
by entailed.
Courage. then, whitest Snowflake
dearest lady-lover be wrote, blithely,
al II claim the sleigh-bells yet"
Poor, naughty Kathleen! What o
change that jingle of the sleigh-bells al
the gate wrought in her sottened
thoughts
So it was Frank Collamore who hat
brought Snowllake's silver sleigh-bellsi
She had not known, had, indeed, trieC
not to know who had bought them. A
twinge of unreasonable anger stung heI
at the discovery now. 1t was u we'll
timed discovery, she thought in flash
She had been on the point of forgettln!
quite that this could never again be thl
Kathleen Morris of old times-this wa
poor girl, girl who worked for he
living-and Frank Collamore had n'
right to be coquetting with such per
son. His lady mother deigned her bu
the most distant nod if by chance the,
met in town. Gossip had blown to he
ears-ah! fatally easy it is for gossip t,
connect by an invisible telephone witt
her victims!-the lady sisters supercil
ious remark: "Of course if Frank ha,
not already gone so far, if he did no
feel in honor bound, there could b.
nothing more between them. Why
they've had to sell everything, posi-
lively everything, my dear, down t,
their sleigh-bells. But, as it is. Fran
being the soul of honor, it's very luck
for her, certainly, and doubtless sh
will take every pains to hold him fast.
Unlucky stamp of his masters pc
horse that Kathleen herself in othe
J days had named Pride! Frank Coils
more drove him last and far that day.
disappointed, wrathful man. 1t goade
him to hear the sweet. toned bells, an
am afraid that both to him and t
Kathleen Christmas that year meant $
little goodwill that they took yer
meager pains to have it afford to thos
about them peace.
JINGLE THIRD.
"There is more sleighing this winte
, than usual. How the sleigh bells ric
to-day!' said the blind girl Hor fac
, was as serene and pure rs ever, onl
paler and thinner. In spite of all tn,
had come and gone since she had tol
to Dick and Kathleen, years ago, tn,
"dream of sleigh-bells," she locke
I like one who I'd always kept the jo
| she had spoken of then-"one deel
, perfect, sure joy, underneath the col
3 fused. conflicting, changing owe
3 current" The tinkling bells oflaughte
/ and pleasance were indeed little hear
in this narrow city home; even friends
voices were grown few, and, shielde
by her blindness though she was, theI
, were many times when discordant ci
cumstances or painful anxieties r,
minded her how old delights had grow
! rusty, and with what weight ht
7 heart beat now. The three lionel
women could not speak even to eac
? other of that which was their wor
| dread, as this added year waned to il
l close. There had been a long delay
\ letters and remittances from Dicl
, Letters sent TO him at the old addres
letters sent to Uncle Lane, had bee
/ returned unopened. What could
meanp Helplessly they looked at eac
other, and silently plodded on. Eve
| Kathleen, self-confdent Kathleen. b.
gan to doubt herself at last. Perhay
| she had made dreadful mistake in tr
, ing to manage herself, and to hide a
from Dick. Her mother had long ae
. insisted on sharing Kathleen's worl
\ until her health had begun tofail. III
: feeble step, the slight cough, were
r constant reproach TO Kathleen. HI
Y own roses were faded, and many
I, night of weary toll, many self.sacl
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