Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1886-01-01

And I'll put Il all out Of my head, and
mend the stockings rs choerfully as
can. Only, mamma, darling, It is so
hard to be poorl'
"Humphl" said old MIR. vanbrugh to
himself. $50 this angel of mercy, who
has lifted me on her white wings out of
the valley of death, is poorl Yes, yes;
she sacrifices her comfort to buy the old
man luxuries, because her heart Is ten
der towards himl Very well. Hence
forward she shall be my daughter in
very truth as we'll as in namcl'
Mrs. Juggett came to Mr.. Vanbrugh's
room that evening. She was very sor-
ry, but she required his apartment for
another gentleman. And as he had not
paid her anything lately
GLOW much do you wantp" crisply
inquired the old gentleman.
Mrs, Juggctt named the sum.
"lIand me my chcck-book," said Mr..
Vanbrugh, imperiously, motioning to a
desk on the table.
Mrs. Juggctts respect for him in
creased forty per cent. at that moment.
"lf you would like to keep the room,
sir" she began, obsequiously.
"Kccp the roomP What shoid |
keep il for?" said Mr.. Vanbrugh "lf
you want it, you shall have it this day
week, In the meantime, be so kind as
to tell one of your people to send an
easy carriage around from the livery
stable tomorrow. I've fancy that |
should like to take drive. A close
coupe, please" "
Mrs. Juggett stared.
"But this day week is New Years
Eve, SIR" she said.
"Thcn tits all the better to move in,"
said the eccentric old gentleman.
Mrs. Juggett began to regret her pre-
cipitancy. How was she to know that
Mr.. Vanbrugh was Crmsus in disguised
The old man had only sojourned in her
house few days before that unlucky
fever set in. He had come hither with
no voucher or recommendation what
ever. Was it possible that she had
made mistake? If so, it was past rec
tifying now, the more was the pity.
Mr.. Vanbrugh took long drive the
next day. AT least he was n long time
absent, but he came home cheerful and
in good spirits.
"My dear" he said to Mrs. Trillard,
"you said, the other day, that | was to
consider you as daughter. Now am
going to take you at your word. You
and little Oracle there must come to
live with me-"
"You are very kind said Mrs. Tril-
lard. Mrs. Juggett has given us no
tice to leave these rooms, and"
Eyes, yes, exactly" said the old gen.
tleman with chucklc. "Me also!
Well, wc'll see if we can suit ourselves
better elsewhere, daughtcr-for that"
with a kindly pat on her down-droop-
ing head, ''is what intend to call you
henceforward. I've taken house my
self"
"a whole house?" exclaimed Mrs.
Trillard.
"Why notp" said Mr.. vanbrugh.
"And we II move on New-Years-Eve." ="
On New-Years-Eve-a delicious, crisp
winters day-the carriage came to the
door, Just ut dusk; the most discourage
ing of all hours to those of n sensitive
temperament.
II would rather have seen the house
in the morning glow, or the afternoon
sunshine" said Mrs 1'rillard. II am
afraid it is rather dcsolate and undesir-
able, or Mr.. Vanbrugh could scarcely
have afforded it,"
Never mind, mamma, said Gracic,
brightly. "AIy hours will be cheerful
when You and l and dear old Grand
papa Vanbrugh can be together. And
only think! what thing it will be to
get away from old Juggett' tongucm
a brown stone palace on Fifth Ave-
nue., lighted up as if for some illumin-
ation-marble paved halls, with glow
ing Turkey rugs, laid here and there
carved, oaken staircase, leading up
into galleried pcrspectives above-the
scent of hothouse flowers, the softened
glcam of marble statues cs-Mrs. Trillard
thought she must be dreaming! Oracle
uttered u cry of amaZcmcnt as she stood
on the threshold
"Oh, Grandpapa Wainwright" she
cried, ''thc man has made mistakc!'
"No mistake at ALL, said Mr.. Van.
brugh. 1--WE are to get out here. This
is home. My daughter, my little
Oracle" )" turning with a smile, from one
to the other, Il am not poor, save in
relatives and friends, although Mrs
Juggett believed me n pauper. | have
more money than | ever have known
what to do with. Now l can spend il
on you! | bought this house ready fur
nished, on Wednesday last. Your room
daughter" to Mrs Trillard, sis in vio
let and gold. Yours, Oracle, is rose
and silver, as young lassie's should
be! And you'll find q dress up there
that ordered from Mademosellc Eli.
seth's S, fit TO go to Dir. Chrisholm's re-
ception in"
So the widow and her daughter be
came rich; and when Mrs. Juggett
heard, from Wall street broker, who
subsequently took rooms at her house
that old Vanbrugh, the Nevada capi.
talist, was supposed to be one of the
richest men in America, she gnashed
her very teeth.
"But how was one to knowP" sale
she.- N. Y. Ledger.