Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1886-09-17

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and ciese the folding doors. Bc quick,
or Somebody will come"
Even in old age, Aunt Dorothy clear
brain could foresce difficulties and pro-
vide against them, SO that her niece mad
nothing to do but obey her orders, There
is a certain pleasure in following distinct
: directions, even If given in rather n
peremptory way--as these were. Aunt
Dorothy did not shilly-shally" to the
end she was no limp person, even
yet, when any thing was to be done,
and these are always the best captains
in war or out of it.
With look of strange excitement on
her face, she waited Laura's seturn
Almost in dream she heard her niece s
voice saying: "Now, the coast is clear"
and answered she was ready, with u
singular feeling of talking in her sleep.
Carefully through the first door, care
fully through the second, with n little
difficulty about the turn, was the chair
propelled. Easily then, along the
smooth carpet to the window, under
meath which the carriage, of necessity,
must pass,
"Thank you, dear child He was
very dear friend in times gone by Now
leave me- said Aunt Dorothy. "lf
any one comes they must be shown to
the inner room. | wish to be alone.
And Laura went away with n suspi-
cion of the truth that made her smile a
little half-sadly, then sigh, and signing,
think: 1--WE shall all be old some day"
Meanwhile Aunt Dorothy looked out
of her window, which faced one of the
principal hotels and commanded long
stretch OF street, winding up towards
| Friar's hill. No carriage was in sight.
1t was the other window of the room
that had the sea-vi6w, but to the right
| of the houses pretty piece of county
was seen, where "heaths, starred with
broom" mingled their gold with the
sunset rays that poured on them from
the opposite horizon towards which the
sun was declining,
Aunt Dorothy did not see it Just then
She leaned back in her wheel-chair, and
covered her eyes with her hands. A
half-smIle-but it was Il very sad one;
much sadder than any tears could have
been-was on her lips, and she said in
an undertone:
81 am again for Cydnus, to meet
Mark Antonyn"
Then came slence.-She was not
an old woman any longF. Oh
no! 1t was all mistake that she was
crippled and helpless, that life and its
abundant opportunities had drifted into
the past, and she was only grcat-aunt
without any nearer ties to bind herP
Young, strong and straight-alas what
words are those to whom the realities
are gone by fer everi-but traight, and
strong and young she stood, once more,
in fancy. Was she twenty-three, or
twenty-tour, or twenty-tive? matter;
now one, and now the other. She was
Dorothy Fielding, with lie stretching
out before her, fair, rs if glistenng with
the sheen of early morning, and breath
ing promises to her that surely nothing
could belle. Within her stirred
Impatient wishes that bcsosed the sky,
Nor disbelief of any miracle, save that lifo's
lOngings and its hopes could de-
She was Dorothy Fielding, full of love,
hope, and thousand fulmlments that,
half unrecognizcd, came lavishing their
Joy about her path. The turf sprang
under her tread, but her feet sprang
quicker. The very best of life, the very
fairest of its hours were hers. And who
was that bes de her, whose look thrilled
er-to-be-forgotten shock of loves
desire Who was it fingered with her
on matchless ewes Of June, when roses
bloomed around, surely sending some
intoXication into the air Who was it
jested those immortal jests, or
holding Joy one moment at
arms length with the very caprice of
happiness, followed after it the keencr
when the graver time was spent?
Ernest Picardy. always - Ernest
Picardy. There had been others, many
others, who had loved her smiles.
What mattered any one of them?
There can be but one Jove on an
Olympus, and that one was Ernest
Picardy. Since time began, all love-
making and all lovers had lacked some
what until now. And oh, never again
to the voice of love let any heart throb
so wildly, so JOY yously, so regardless of
imagined doom! Until now, nobody
had guaged it all quite thoroughly.
The delightful peril of risking lifes
happiness against half an hours caprice,
was surely until now an untred adven-
ture. And the morning and the even
ing, the sunshine, and the rain, the very
birds and breezes moved to one refrain:
"There's nothing half SO sweet in life,
As Loves young dream
And years wenG on until inc BOND
grew llrmer' ana Ernest Flcardy' hand-
some oh' so handsome young and gal,
liant, ruled over loves kingdom, and
should rule forever and forever stop
there. Even IN memory-even now
she shrlnks from the pam OF living over
what came after The foolish pride,
the mIstlmed oiense' the mlsadVenture
and misery Oh 1t all, when she called ON
heaven to help her; when she
clung desperately to the hope that
blessed chance or strange adventure
might come IN friendly aldi when the
fond behet still fingered that some KIND
heart, ere hers was broken quite, would
take home her sorrows and come to her
rescue. I"dt, and Mat, and mat-such
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