Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1888-03-02

Sih"SN VI " snap ENVhOi NAthui"NS I"
BERTHE rises r
On ordinary evenings, when there
nre no guests, BERTHE and his little sis
ter Rosalie, spend an hour after din
nor in the drawing-room with mamma
and father This is tho hour whom
father is to enjoy the society of hi:
children. This is tho hour when
the family man snaps his fingers at tho
bachelor and tho bachelor sighs and
looks and sighs again. This is tho
hour when the parent resting after the
tolls of tho day, studies the budding
souls OF his little ones, and dccoys them
into unfolding their childish thoughts
and dreams, But the complex Bortie
does not care TO be unfolded. He af-
fccts the secret rcticenco OF s,e third
Napoleon. A battling eye has BERTHE
which, when father, spurred to prodi-
gies OF duty by mamma questions him
on his progress in school, he Is wont TO
Yo)l hie eyes upward and fiS them upon
the chandelier saying, with bored
frown: f-
'Well, father. I've told you all
know. l certainly think you ought to
be satisfied to hear I've the best Latin
accent In the school,"
Haven't you made mistaken" says
Aunt Loo, from her corner by tho
lamp, don't you mean Latin brogue"
Father stays the sofa pillow which is
about to be launched at Aunt Loo's
head. Aunt Loo has good nerves, and
TRANQUILITY turns the page of her book,
while Bcrtic, breaking away from
father. begins a game Of play with Ro-
sale. Rosale is seven-two years
Bcrtie's junior A wholesome tradi-
ton makes her love her brother, love
which has been cemented by many
mutual fights. Rosalie is already quite
n warrior-a modern Hcrminius. She
won her spurs two years before in the
Homeric conflict, when she locked
BERTHE in the lum mber-room and refused
to let him out. Her attack is brilliant,
her retreat unexpected and eXpedi-
tious; but she is deficient in staying
powers, rs evinced in this particular
battle when, upon Bcrtic's crying
through the kcy-hole,
"Rosalie-you fool-lot me out"
and then:
"Rosalie you plaguey fool-let me
out"
she had weakly surrendered and opened
the door, II is necessary to add that
Bertie-outside the door-illustratcd
in mastery style tho process of "get-
ting square with her." Up to that
point the honors had been easy.
Moreover, Rosalie is too lachrymose
ever to make great General. She
has constantly been known to go
through whole campaign-from the
nursery, down the staircase, through
the hall, and into the drawing room,
dissolved in tears, but game to the last
The first tear-tle equivalent among
youthful amateurs of the first blood of
professional circles-is always drawn
from Rosalie. She is also not to be re-
lied on. There have been cases on
record when, like Cleopatra at Actium
evidently failing popular among
warlike women-in the burning midst
of heroic combat, she has turned and
fed, up the stairs like hare, into the
nursery like cyclone, over the chairs,
in between nurse and the window,
hero to cover, anting and fearful,
waiting for the advent of the baffled
BERTHE, who enters, waving the bloody
shirt Yes, certainly, Rosalie is not to
be relied on. 1t was she, who on that
dreadful day, when mamma was enter
tanning distinguished guest in the
drawing-room, quite disgraced the
family. A series of thuds, more or less
sckening, proceeding from the stair
head had caused the guest to start,
and nervously inquire where they came
from and what they were.
"Oh. nothing" said mamma lam
guidly, ''only the children playing"
"But," said the visitor, MS heavy
fall caused the chandelier to rattle and
sway, surely it's dangerous for them
TO play in that manner at the head of
the stairs"
"My children rarely fall" said man.
ma, folding her hands and smiling the
placid and superior smile of the moth
er-the visitor was childless-- "they
are very sure-footed. They never"
But here long, humping crash in
terrupted her. A child fell hurtling
down the stairs, its downward flight
garnished with some airy and incidental
acrobatic evolutions, and together with
some toys it held, was strewed afar in
the hall. This was Rosnlie, BERTHE would
never have made such tiasco. He
was too self-respecting. Rosalie was
also the inventor of the brilliant,
though inhospitable, game of Dumb
Elevator" dumb Elevator" COM
pound noun, having its double root in
dumb-waiter and elevator, consisting
in lowering block attached to cord
down into the lower hall, and then
pulling it up again. This apparently
simple game was occasionally exceed
ingly exciting, Rosalie using the dumb
elevator as projectile to be lower upon
the heads of unwelcome visitors. Upon
occasions it had done deadly work.
Once in particular Rosalie. peeping
through the banisters. had beheld the
entrancing vision of the crown of II
black gauzc bonnet. The dumb-eleva-
tor was moved into position, and as
the bonnet passed beneath it suddenly
descended, bestowing n welcome too
sharp and sudden, too deficient in that
elegant ease which marks the cultured
society of the eflete East The lady
recovered of the blow--Rosalie and the
bonnet suffered
But Rosalie is very pretty--a little.
fine, well-iinished, dainty creature, with
hair like spun silver, an ivory skin, n
trick of gesticulating, and bewitching
habit of tossing her head when she sees
any one looking at her. Rosalie, even
at this early age. has developed some
talent If mistake not, Beatrice Es-