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

mSdutliilt TWO Incn MoTb NTetlillilH ol
her. The elderly MIR. Hart, most gem
erous and excellent man, not at oil dis
agreeable or disgusting, sat in his COM
mon-place and lonely parlor and pict-
ured to himself the vision of n slender.
graceful figure, who should sit opposite
TO him,of winter evening, and smile
and talk. perhaps read the paper to him,
(if she would be so kind, pour out his
tea, move the furniture about, perhaps
c, en- have n work basket on the table
Mt any rate, sit where he could look ut
the pretty dark head, the rich, ripe
check, the long lashes of the gray eyes
and then get up, and perhaps-this was
almost too pleasant--comc over, an |
throwing her arms around his neck,
kiss him, as he sat there adoring her.
His home had always been a cold one,
the vanished presence had not warmed
it up particularly; and Mr. Hart went
on dreaming-of other and dcarer pos
sibilities, all checked by the fact, the
dreary fact, that Jane had said No ="
Somehow, however, Mr.. Hart meant to
make her re onsider that no. And
again another and q younger man
dreamed. Far up on the Summerville
turnpike. stood the DOCTORS cottage. 1t
was little, rocco, and comfortless
wooden house, yet picturesque. II had
the ominous name of Parrot S Folly"
and was associated with the foolish life
of n visionary. Every boly who had
lived there had failed. Now the young
doctor was taking his turn at it. He
was clever person, and good at heal
ing, hut he had positive craze for buy
ing everything he did no require. To
be properly tease" seemed to be the
He collected the most comfortless
and rocoro of chairs. the most
rickety and spindle-legged tables, the
most faultful clocks. with degenerate
works His dining-room. in which there
was seldom q dinner. had Lucretia
Borgia side-board. His collection OF
bric,a-brac was getting to beconsider.
able. He loved beauty, appreciated
art, had the soul of collector. He had
roamed about, travelled everywhere,
caught the habit of spending money
be ore that bank failed where all his
was. Then he came down to beng a
country doctor, and fell in love with a
pair of gray eyes, two white hands, and
n figure so tall, slender and graceful.
that he had no bronze nymph in all his
collection which was so sceNe. And
now, as he came home to the rocco
cottage and sat down, tired and poor
and disconsolate. how he wished he had
not bought so many things he did not
need, that he could now afford this dear
thing which he dill need.
And both men determined to write
her Valentine. The 14th of February
was Mt hand. that great dramatic period.
when men are expected to tel to some
sweet listening female ear the fact that
well, let us see how they did it.
Mr. Hart went out and bought far
ing, tanning. much vanished Valentine,
which had on it, in gold let ers:
"whate'er thy wish NAV be,
That viii give to thec!'
And put it in violent pink satin box,
with artificial flowers of magenta hue on
the outside, adding within handsome
lace pocket handkerchief. which, all
being inclosed in brown paper, was duly
sent to ane.
DIR. Da enant looked over his curiosi-
ties, and in box of violet wood found
some beautiful cups of old Dresden.
"They are too expensive for me to
as,p as we'll o %;ve M them nav owav 49, "
One had n nictmre of n vouno cirl
,ool,ino in n mirror and heb;nI Il har
lover neens and throw. his arms about
tIo s,anda,. r"aist ond tho iars Il in
Germ,n text ran TINS. Wv -
W. Nv, ,no,, tan, ,,,,. ora so,.
Forgive IN me, ; that iHh think % OF thee!" ta ''
And he remembered that this little set
of CUPS told Fro ssart's love story. the
beautiful idyl of the WANDERING poet-
chronicler.
"Ah! what n gentleman he was. this
old qrourere." said the Young doctor.
taking up another cup. on Which were
PAINTED The two younp lovers n oar.
den. where the maiden picks five yioiets.
and giyes him three. tst II Froissart' s
story and then again another. where
the lovers SAT beneatb the shade of a
,,'oln,,, ,,.oo a,J ha so,o Lo. Id
walnut tree' anu he sang ner paiiau'
while little girls, as beautiful as dreams,
gathered + overs and threw them in her
lap, while she collected them into posies.
All over the little set of cups was spread
the same garden, full of flowers, dogs,
b rds, leaves and the same two lovers.
and then came a CAV little picnic, with
a breakfast laid out beneath flower'no
thorn, where the lover wait d on his
lady. The cups preached sermon,
which only gentle, refined nature
could appreciate and understand.
Preached a sermon! They actel n
poem, an allegory. They told the old
fable that man and woman should v.
for each other, in perfect loyal love and
gracious favor. No matter about the
foil the pain the bramhles on vou dis.
tant road. Clouds hung over one part
of the garden, but what of them
And the doctor found little piece o!
paper which also hal been folded in the
box of violet wood, and on it he wr te,
breathing as he did the pungent and
aromat perfume of that cieanIy flower,
these lines:
.L.av or worth and he,,tv fair
In whom dwell ali sweet gifts s o + grace,
My heart, my love, my ny thought; my care,
Yet. dare sskP OH t"g grant seatio 10 me 1uee
The gift of kindly thought from thee"
And uniting tbe hoy with tho cuns