Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1898-07-16

front. "Never you mind what people
say, Easter" he said; 1.-The bank account
is all right"
But Easter doubted it. An hour later
she slipped out of the house and, still
arrayed in her wedding fnery, present
ed herself at the bank and asked to
examine the accounts Of Mr.. George
Lewis. Her worst suspicious were con-
firmed. She was told that George had
had only one dollar deposited in the
bank. With this he had started the
bank account which had deceived Eas-
ter and led her to marry him.
"Then," said Easter, 81 left George
that day. Think l was goin' to marry
and live with man that hadn't only a
dollar to his name?"
One day Easter was ARRESTED. She
had been marketing on Clark street
and had stopped before the window of
millinery store to admire tempting
display of hats. AS she stood absorbed
in the pleasing reflections of the be-
comingness of the different styles to
herself heavy hand was laid upon her
shoulder and grutf voice said:
"Come along with me, aunty."
Easter looked up into the face of a
big policeman.
Use done for" thought poor Easter,
but aloud she said: Il amt done
nothin', Mr.. Officer; Use innocent. 1
lives at - R street"
Never mind, come along; 1 won't
hurt you," said the policeman, gruffly.
Easter, too frightened to remon-
strate, went with him, but reiterated
again and again: ~ amt done
nothin'; L lives at - R street,
l do"
When they reached the Chicago ave-
nue. police station poor Easter was
told to wait in the big front room. She
sank into a chair and threw her apron
over her head. Then another police
man came in and told her to follow
him. They went down the stairs lead
ing to the cells, and when Easter saw
the iron gratings she clutched the Of
ficer by the arm and pitifully protested
her innocence.
Don't make so much noise, aunty,"
said the officer, not unkindly. Did you
ever see this boy?" he asked, and un-
locking the door pushed Easter into
one of the cells.
No, sir; L don't know nobody here"
walled Easter. II lives at - R
street, l do"
"Then you never saw this boy be-
fore?"
mo, sir; 1 don't know no boy here"
protested Easter. IL live eat-R-
street."
well, then, come along" And to
Casters infinite Joy the officer led her
uptsairs again and told her she could
go home, as she had only been brought
to the station to identify boy arrested
on suspicion for stealing.
But Easter will never go alone again
on Clark street.
Easter has the bicycle fever. Un-
known to her young mistress she went
to bicycle school and learned TO ride
remarkably well. Just now she is chief
ly concerned in getting bicycle suit
of the proper style to make an appear
ance on the Lake Shore drive. Her
first effort in this direction did not meet
with the approval of her young mis-
tress, who forbade her to leave the
house in a costume that battles descrip-
tion. A Sunday ago Easter took things
in her own hands, as she usually does,
and came upstairs arrayed in her most
sober gown and solemnly announced
she was going to church. Outside the
house she went straight to bicycle
renting agency and, divesting herself
of the church gown, put on her bicycle
suit, comprising a short skirt of bright
red flannel, blue jacket (for Easter is
patriotic), gorgeous plaid stockings
and tan shoes, a red bandana around
her neck and an old cap of Mr.. Ben's.
What adventures she met with on her
ride through Lincoln park are not
known, but Easter has been per-
emptorily forbidden to go bicycle rid
ing again until her dress has been per-
sonally supervised by her young mis-
tress. you will disgrace me, Easter"
she said.
Easter wants to buy bicycle on the
installment plan. "If buy bicycle
will you go at the head of it, Miss Car
rie?" she asked, meaning she should be
responsible for the payments.
No, Easter" said her young mis-
tress, 81 won't go at the head of it,
f. j., in Chicago Tribune.