Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1882-09-15

TO lose such chance! OF course,
wanted to SEQ my handsome lad rs good
n gentleman as the best of them" The
old woman seemed to be talking on and
on purposely; like telling a rigmarole
to a child to keep it quiet Sammy
growled again in milder tone.
"Oh, yes Say it's all my fault, do!
You can talk black white when it pleases
you"
"lt Was your fault, Sammy. You
might have lived happy and pcaceablc If
you chosen. Haven't been down on
my bended knees to beg you to let her
alone when you was treating her that
shameful that the whole countryside
was ringing with it. You know ii, and
others know it. And | can tell you
what, Mr.. Samuel Nixon, If She d been
found dead in her bed, as | expected
every morning of my life TO hear, there
wasn't a servant in the place that
wouldn't have spoken up before the
Coroner-and glad to do it. Who have
swung for it then, I'd like to knowP"
The brute was mastered. heard
him shulliing his feet about uneasly;
then-in maudlin whimper: "It was
drink, nothing else, and her aggravat-
ing, whining ways. Don't be hard on
me, old woman; Pm sure I've given in
handsome to all your plans"
" Because you couldn't help yourself
you fool. Now, you see what it is to
have your poor old mother to turn to.
Your wife may talk rs much us she
pleases now. Who'll believe her when
we've got it written down by two grand
London doctors that she's rs mad as
mad can bcp Who's to mind her talk,
or any one else'sp Aren't we taking
her up TO London just for the good OF
her health, TO u nice safe place where
she will be well looked after and kept
from getting herself and other folks into
any more trouble; and then you and me
will go back, Sammy. and live as happy
and comfortable rs you please"
"They UiW treat her like lady
ell, motherp"
"Of course they will q beautiful
place, and the best of living. Bless
you, she'll be as happy as the day is
long. 1t does you credit being so ten
der-hearted, Sammy. l knew you
couldn't abide seeing her storming and
raving as she did last night, so just
gave her little sup of something be-
fore we started, and you see she's been
sleeping like II baby ever since. And
|
know-he gave me this bottle; and
when we get to London I've Just to give
her Whit of it on handkerchief, and
off she goes as quiet rs lamb. No
screams or tantrums This time; and he
and his nurses will be on the locke
for us with his carriage and before she
knows it there she'll be rs snug aS you
please
| trb;c ,yoS our,,li
What should do? Were we ever 60
ing to stop? Vas there another sta
ton before London? Should i be
drugged, dragged Of and made away
with! knew if they found me out it
was all over with me. The pattern of
the blue Shetland veil danced before
my eyes-the noise of the train was as
the sound of the roar of artillery in my
ears. sat up ready for u spring and a
struggle.
A jerk! Another! A stop, and the
door flung open.
Tickets, please"
made one plunge. flung the rug
clean over the old woman, dashed my
arm into Sammy's face, and tumbled
hcadlong out, into the arms of the as
tonished ticket collector. / felt him
clutch me, and then the ground rose up,
or | went down -down-into an wa-
tathOmabie depth of biackneSs.
"Hello! old fellow. Better now?"
were the first words heard. Thomp-
sons voice! There he was with glass
of water in his hand, STOPPING over me.
Thompson's mother was knecling be-
side me, cuddling me up against her
nice soft sealskin. was on the wait
ing-room sofa, and about u dozen peo-
pie were all standing staring round.
Thompson went and telegraphed home
that l was safe, and then he and his
mother took me to the house in London,
where they were staying.
j can't remember much after that. /
was ill for many weeks, l believe. l
tried to tell people what had happened;
but no one would listen. They try,
even now, to make me believe | dreamt
it in my illness. Pye got it told now
though, and every word of it is the
solemn truth. Besides, didn't see and
smell Lefty burning the blue Shetland
veil.
Pve had no more music lessons since,
that's one good thing.
The Railway Key? Oh, l left that
sticking in the door. That's all.-IAe
ArgoSy.