Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1886-08-27

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IL clean, wouldn't youP win you he'll
me try the experiment. We will see
u daily newspaper can not pay withou
publishing picked advertisements.
have heard you talk, Dick, and | know
what YOU would do There should b
no blackmai, no illitoracy, nothing tha
| would not be proud Of Help me
Dickl"
"Mrs Warner, | would give ten year
| of my life TO have such n chance.
| would work for 81 day to do it,, ant
| live on IL. wasn't getting much NOR,
when | first knew you. But can't dc
it, Fam nothing toyou that you shoult
do so much for me. y"
"No one would know, Dick. hlr
Jardin would buy it, and no one woult
know whom he was acting for. Ant
surely no one would be jealous of AZ
old woman like me doing you goot
turn. Is there any onGwho might bt
Jealous, DickPn
"No, indeed. But | shouldn't foe
right about it, | don't SEQ how could
do it. Unless do you like me very
much, Mrs. WarncrP You have beer
so kind to me, but then your heart is Sc
big. Do you like me personality"
"Of course do. You know that"
"Tncn, will you be my wifoP
Mrs. Warner blushed as she had not
blushcd for years.
"Oh, Dickr'
"Will youP" and Hcadlcy took her
hand-not in n lover-liko fashion, but
very ailoctionatcly.
"'lIow could |, DickP I'm old enough
to be your mother. People would call
me the Baroness Burdctt-Coutts; and
| wouldn't mind that, but they'd call
you Ashmcad Burdett-Coutts, Bartlett
Burdett- Coutts, or whatever it is.
you're only seven years older than
l."
"But / am widow. You wouldn't
feel comfortable, Dick-yodr friends
would chaif you.
al don't think they would; men don't
chafl me very much. | don't pretend
to be in any Romeo condition, but am
very, very fond of you. don't say that
if YOU had no money | would ask you
to marry me, for | am not in n position
to marry any woman; | may be looking
for work week from now. But if my
position on the Journal were an assured
one, | don't know any woman in the
world whom I'd rather make my wife.
You see feel good deal older than |
am, and | can't bear the society girls;
the bread and butter kind bore me to
death, and the others | remember my
mother too well to marry"
"Oh, Dick! Dick! | don't know what
to say. love you as well as love any
thing in the world. But it must be only
lnothcr love after all. I'm such an old
woman, Dick, such very old woman.
III marry you on three conditions-that
you take the editorship of the Journal;
that we are TO be engaged for year,
and that no one is to know any thing
about it till month before we are mar
ricd. | know we shall be laughed at,
Dick, but | shall be rs proud of you as
proud can be, and perhaps we shall be
happy. No, don't kiss me, Dick; there
must be none OF that nonsense between
us, dear Dick.
81 will make you happy if it is in me
to do it, and | know | can make the
journal such n paper rs you vsSuld like
TO own"
Ten months later the Warner halacc
was again the scene of unlimited fcs-
tivity, and Richard Headley and Mrs.
Warner again sat on tctc-a-tete sofa
under the great red camclia.
well, Dick" said Mrs. Warner,
land how is every thing down town to-
dayp"
''Very much as usual. have finally
committed myself to the irrigation
scheme. 1t is such big money for us
that was litt'' afraid of being preiu-
diced. But on tue whole | think it is
right. But there's another scheme
which we must talk about before the
end of the month, and that is our mar
rage
at isn't the end of the month for a
long while yet, Dick, and you must go
and dance with Nellie, now. Isn't she
a dear girl, Dick? She grows more
and more like my poor little sister
every day. You must be very nice TO
her, Dick. 1t has been dull work for
her at the Sacre Coeur; | want her to
brighten up now that we have got
her.
Dick obcyed like dutiful iiance, and
more than one of the guests remarked
how fine couple he and the tall and
slender Nellie Keane made. Dur
ing the next night he tried TO talk several
times with Mrs. Warner about the an
nounccment of their coming marriage,
but She put him off with the merry dec
laration that she was too young and too
pretty woman to tie herself down a day
before the necessary time.
II think, at any rate" said Dick one
night, "that you ought to tell Nine. Lu-
que and Nellie, they ought to know a
little sooner than any body else. Don't
you think SOP"
"A don't know, Dick. Tell me, what
do you think about NellieP lido so want
her to have happy life, and she is such
a dear, sensitive child that | can't help
worrying about her sometimes. She's
been little dstrait and odd for the last
few days, and hoped she had outgrown
all that here with us. She will make
some nice fellow n dear, good wife;
won't she, Dick?"
"Oh, yes. BY the way, are you going
to the benefit tomorrow nightP'
II bought box, but l don't care
much for Fedora It's too heart
breaking, somehow, Dick; and we old
women don't like to be narrowed. Miss
Dacre will play it very nicely, though.
Isn't she pretty, DickP-her eyes just
like Nellie's-or are they not so dark?"
about the same, / fancy. Well, if
you are not going, will run up here
for about half an hour, at o'clock"
"You work too hard, Dick; why dom t
you have managing editor? You used
to do all the work for Mr.. Cushman."
"Oh, WORK does me good. It's about
the best thing in life, after all; isn't
itP"
That doesn't sound like happy
man, Dick. Are you quite sure that
you are happyP You know you coerced
me into this engagement anyway, Dick,
and / really think you might let me of
now. You see, got you to take care
OF the Jo"ynaL for me. And now that
you have made such lot of money for