Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1883-02-09
MIR. WILLIAM BROWN.

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"Are You the daughter of the artist
Thursby KentP' he asked, respectfully.
YES" said Jane.
He gave her letter from we'll
known artist in New York, one whom
she recognized as an od friend of her
unlucky parent. And this artist wan ed
her to sell TO Mr.. William Brown certain
old tapestries, and certain beautiful
brass Roman lamps which Thursby
Kent had owned.
Z" cannot re use, as you ask me in his
namc," said poor Jane, "and you offer
me price far beyond their value"
They are invaluable" said Mr..
William Brown, taking off his hat men
tally TO the tapestry; "they are very
rare"
Poor Thursby Kent! he had not lived
to see the day OF the Renaissance. Then
came letter to Jane from distant
cousin, and with her ank-notes in' her
pocket, she lett Urania, and carried her
heart-ache off to another place.
1t was February, again. February
all sleet and snow. February with win
the box OF violet wood, and looked at til !,
little lovers in the garden. Poor Janet
"Where are YOU my love my, lifeP
Where are yon. dream OF my summer;
where are yoi, my ValentineP' sighed
the 81 ly, romantic Jane.
And n gr knock came ut the door.
She let fall the cup which portrayed the
magic mirror, aud it broke into thou
sand pieces.
And who stepped out from behind
the mirror, but Davenant-her Dave
nant-the called-ior Valentine.
30 Janet" said he, crushing the
Dresden ch ma beneath his heel as he
folded her to his heart; "you have
broken my best china cup; but shall be
able to buy you another one. lam re-
deemed, saved-pecuuious, admirable!
Ihave perform d a great cure. | have
earned some money. l can pay my
debts, aud-dear-I can marry your
The thirteenth of February came on
Monday, and Jane travelled back TO
Uranla. She had had q letter from Mr..
Hart, which called her there.
"You will find my maiden sister here"
said he In his letter, $50 you must come t. my
man? George Bettcrton cheated you. Your
father lett some stock in his h nds which has
so risen in value that you are no longer poor.
.
Der the words of Il scnseless Valentine which |
sent toNo last yearI Come and see IL Will
| not make good nv promise
| "Your friend tbut no longer. your lover),
"rHoMAs ii ART"
Good friend! honest and not-at-all
fascinating Mr.. Hart! Jane put her
handkerchief to her eyes, and wishe |
that she could have loved him. What
was this strange business called loring?
Why was Hart so impossible and Dave
nant so peremptorv needP Jane did
not answer this, and no more can we.
But when the fateful day came, there
was Mr.. Hart, and he asked her to take
drive with him. He drove her to
Parrots Folly" now the most lovely
@sthe ic- Queen Anne latest develop
ment Eastlake- Dado Frieze-and tiled
cottage that the nineteenth century
could turn out
And in an inner room there hung the
tapes ry which poor Thursby Kent had
! bought, and the brass Roman lamps.
''It is all yours, said Mr.. Hart.
"This is nv Valentine. DO you think |
did not read nv lit lie girls heart? Do
you think heard her ialk. and looked
into her mind, for rnothingP No. What
with Aunt David's reproaches and re-
gre s, what with YOUR unconscious rev.
elations, what wi h loves in light, /
found out what was the dearest wish OF
James heart We old fellows are not o
stupid as we loos. / meant to live up
to that silly mo TO:
Whate'er thv wish shall be,
That will give to thee.
"Anl here is my confederate and fell
low-crim;nal, Davenant." p .-.
The cottage was called the "Valen-
tine forever a ter, and ill lu k fled after
the broken tea-cup. Boston 1racetter