Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1883-01-26

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ut 1t, off and on, for q long while.
Then her old grandfather came into tho
kitchen.
Don't cry, child" he said, coming
up behind her and patting her on the
back of her soft, white neck--such q
pretty thing IN n pretty woman. Don't
cry. Your pa has got the bullet out
and reckon he won't die this time"
Afterward. rs he was eating his roly.
poly, the old gentleman suddenly be-
gan:
"Mahala, knowed n gal that lived
away atopa mounting, and not n livin'
soul come past once year; and one of
them young engineers was sent up to
measure that mounting, and he wanted
n drink of water so he jest stepped up
TO the door of her pa $ house, and"
But again the old gentleman's story
was interrupted by his son-in-law's ap-
pearance, and he devoted himself to his
plate, and said no more
The young man who stared, slowly
recovered in the doctor spare bed
room, He was very thankful to every
body, and very anxious to let them
know it. The doctor, who was the least
mercenary of men, refused to oler n
bill, though he had really saved the
young mans life; but he was gratilicd
by letter from the young mans moth
er, in VIII ch she called on Heaven to
bless him; and, finally, Mr.. Archer,
with his arm in q sling, sat about on
the porch, or even approached the
kitchen door without reproof.
Alter he returned TO Captain Peeler's
he was constantly to be seen on the
road, and it was gradually understood
that he was young man OF high So
cial position, the heir to n large fortune,
and already possessed of ample means.
"lndeed,' said Mrs Peeler, who
called on Nahala one day" indeed,
my dear, | think he already go to
tirst-class hotels; but Miss Beauchamp
was brought to us by her grandmother,
who likes quiet; and he followed He
adores hcr--so her grandmother tells
ne. / think it will be match. She s
the young lady with the white feathers
and the red parasol and the black eyes.
You've noticed her? Very handsome"
"Ycs, she is" replied Mahala, short
ly; and she lost her temper again that
day, | regret to state, and pulled the
curtain across the window, and wrote
mo Admission" on slip of paper,
which she tackled to the kitchen door
THAT isn't for mc." asked Fred
Archer from without, as he spied it.
Yes, sir, it is" rep led Mahala from
within. "You city people have ali your
day to play in. We are busy. 1 am
very"
"Let me help you," cried Fred
But there was no answer. and he
xvally yal md fhn hill t,t hn 4 ~,
tain's, very soberly.
Later, Mahala saw him through the
plaid muslin riding in company with
Miss Beauchamp.
"Ain't seen Fred Archer for some
time," said grandpa, an evening or two
after
II presume Mr.. Archer is occupied
with the society of the lady he is en-
gagged to-that girl with the red para.
sol" said Mahala. .... ....
"Ah! want to know" replied grand.
pa. 81 don't seem to think it's like.
"Why not?" inquired Mahala, in Q
tone of great surprise.
II dunno, said grandpa.
Later he remarked: .. Did ever tel
you the story about young gal thai
lived atop of mounting, and nobody
ever went by; but one day young fel
Ter came up to measure the mounting
survey it, you know-and he wants 6
drink. So he goes up TO the door anc
knocks, and out comes this young gal.
"What do you want" SAYS she.
"She lived so long up there that she
scarcely know'd young man when she
saw one.
"She must have wanted to know then
less after she had seen one,' snapped
Mahala, actually walking out of the
kitchen.
"Women folks is curious" said hel
grandfather, lighting his pipe.
One evening, Mahala sat alone in c
little arbor, ali covered with wisteria
She was very unhappy. In less than {
deal. She had fallen in love, had al
sorts of sweet fancies, and thought her
self the bappicst girl in creation. With
Mrs. Peeler's call all this had come tc
an end.
Fred Archer had only been firth nc
with her, and was engaged to the girl
with white feathers and red parasol.
She was angry ~insulted; very, very mis-.
cradle. She was forever trying to think
of some means by which she could
prove to Ere ! Archer that she never cared
for him. But, alas !! he knew she did tc
well. a...
"As if a rich city man like that would
really have come out here to court the
village doctor daughter. What foo,
was ]" said Mahala to herself
Then she started and gave n little
scream. Fred Archer was looking in al
her, with one hand on either side of the
only entrance.
" Mahala," he said.
She answered, MIR. Archer y and
her heart beat like q drum when she
spoke.
"It is absurd. What have l done
that should be called Fred no more.''
asked the young fellow.
"Oh, you've done nothing" replied
Mahala. Nothing at all"
"Then why are you angryP" asked
Fred.
Mahala cooley responded 81 am no
angry, Mr.. Archer. If l were. why
should you carcp If it were Miss Beau
champ, indeed"
"Miss Beauchamp" cried Fred.
"The anger of the lady one is en-.
gagged to might matter" said Mahala
"but mere acquaintance like me! You
wonder that know, suppose. Mrs
Peeler mentioned it. / congratulate
you. Miss Beauchamp is very stylish
and handsome
"Mrs. Peeler is confounded ole
busy-bodyn' cried Fred Archer. "Anc
Miss Beauchamp is a-a--young person
intent on getting rich husband
Stylish! Handsome! 1 thought you
had better taste"
"Mrs. Peeler seemed to know every
thing" said Mahala, feeling happie
than she had for some time.
"She knew 100 much,n said Fred
discontentedly. "And you were pleased
You did not care. You All, we'll
Good evening"