Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1893-05-13

aids We're hurrying about, gathering ur
valises, wraps, kodals and umbrellas
and trying to get off those unfortunates
who We're to leave on the early train.
| The few business men who boarded in
the house came out from the breakfast
room with mild air of Importance, as
BELTS the well when surrounded by the
sick. One by one the invalids, in all
stages of lung and throat trouble. made
their way across the great sun veranda,
| Most of them were attended by men,
Der of the family, but solitary man
occasionally stalked or sauntered on his
way toward breakfast. Two men, who
happened to be sitting near each other,
laid down their papers at the same mo-
ment, and the elder remarked:
ITS fine day"
eyes, very nice weather." assenCed
the other.
''Been here long?"
NEARLY two months"
Don't get tired of it?"
"Yes, little, sometimes"
BOARD as good as this most of the
timc?"
II think So"
"S'pose you're here for your hcalth?"
"Ees, my lungs are weak. Excuse
mo, see the mail is in" and the tall,
bearded man walked slowly toward the
desk.
Here's your mail, Mr.. Lindley," said
the clerk, handing him several letters,
paper and a magazine. He retreated
to a quiet corner in the Office, glanced
quickly through his letters, read the
paper and took up the magazine. He
became absorbed, he looked around for
o. moment to assure himself that he WIS
not dreaming, and he read on again.
Was he losing his senses? Surely, he
knew that seaside resort, those tiny
cottages and-what would come next?
His own words, his foolish, pig-headed
obstinacy And how she, that proud
little creature, understood it all. Could
she ever forgive him? Was it too much
to expect, too much to hope for? He
laid it down with a long sigh and gave
himself up to the memories of those
sweet and better days. What a schemer
that Al Hearst was. He was ashamed
to confess how easily he became a prey
to the willy fellow-that is, he was
ashamed a dozen years ago, but not
now. Where could Ethel Harcourt be?
Were they not in the state, the whole
family? Would she forgive him if he
found her? He would write to Fother-
gill and get the address of the author
of I'm Summer Days" What a waste
of time in the years since they met!
"And to think that while l was writ
ing It you We're only twenty miles
away" said Miss Harcourt, her quiet
face lighted by a happy smile, Il was
compelled to take a chapter from my
own life just at that moment, and it
would have been almost impossible
either to have checked the impulse to
write or to have altered my incidents in
any way"
Miss Harcourt-Ethel-I can never
undo the past, those words, those un-
worthy suspicious, but if 1 may will
make amends for them in the future.
May try?"
Ethel Harcourt found it difficult to
raise her eyes to meet the earnest gaze
of her old friend. She felt the mounting
color flush her usually pale cheeks, but
as simply as child she laid her hands
in his. After a long conversation, more
interesting to themselves than to any
one else, Ethel said:
You will promise me never to let
coldness or doubt part us again. Come
to me when my words or my actions
cannot be explained, tell me frankly,
instead of bearing it in silence"
'AIy darling" said Lindley, 81 give
you my solemn promise that it shall be
as you have said And in the coming
years there shall fall no shadow be-
tween us, for between two who are truly
made one there is no room for shad-
ows."-Mary Peabody Sawyer, in Bos-
ton Budget.