Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1904-12-09


brown eyes smiled, and the owner there
of said, heartily: That's all right; I'll
see you again"
By this time Miss Amanda was quite
beyond speech. She opened her mouth,
gasped desperately, made a futile effort
to stammer her thanks, then, observing
that the cold attention of her fellow pas
sengers was becoming centered on her
offending head, she retired precipitately
behind her second reader and sat in silent
agony until time for her to transfer.
But once more in the street, what
different Miss Amanda! She walked
with sprightly, kittenish movement
and patted her damp crimps with re-
assuring hand.
"He said he would see me again some
morning." she whispered, hugging the
green reticule ecstatically. "What an
intellectual forehead he has" And Miss
Amanda herewith gave herself up TO
pleasant reflections, so that her cheeks
had blossomed into an attractive pink
by the time she reached her school
room.
After that 1t was not always by acci-
dent that Miss Amanda boarded a cer-
tain car, although she always told herself
that she was greatly surprised to see
"her conductor" as she fondly called
him. He was No. 72, so his cap said, and
it seemed to Miss Amanda that she
worked better through the day If she en-
countered his pleasant, smiling glance
in the morning.
He always smiled at her now and
tipped his hat. Miss Amanda drew her
own conclusions. She had made some
modest changes in her person, too; her
appearance was made girlish; her little
punches of curls on either side of her
face had given place to pompadour of
generous dimensions, and her hat was
draped with many wells which shrouded
her chaste countenance in becoming OBJ
scurity.
Her evenings were spent reading a
large paper-back book entitled "The art
of beautifying the person" When bed
time came Amanda rolled her hair into
countless little curl papers, which looked
like a flock of small white birds on her
head, and massaged her face diligently
with a wonderful paste in pink box
which set forth on its lid that 1t cured all
facial blemishes in one night. Amanda,
strong in hope and faith, went to bed
each night convinced that the next morn
ing would see the desired transformation
effected.
Her days did not seem long now; they
werefull of life and color, the nights were
hours of happy dreams, dreams in which
No. 70 rescued her from wrecks at the
risk of his life; dreams in which she
saw him draw her tenderly to his blue
shoulder and heard him whisper:
Dear, love you"
And so the days passed on, and Aman-
da's imagination, never at rest, added
picturesque details to her idyl.
She had already decided that she would
let him call as soon as he asked to, and
she had, after much serious deliberation,
decided upon what she should wear on
the momentous occasion.
One bright Sunday Amanda went to
walk in the park. The park was at its
best, green was beginning to show in the
grass and the squirrels chartered nois-
| lily in the trees.
Amanda's heart was full of an unrea-
soning joy, her eyes filled with happy
tears. Everything is so beautiful, so
beautiful" she murmured softly to her
! SELF
Coming down the path was a happy
family party; two boys, evidently twins
toddling with delightfully."- uncertain dig.
nifty, then the mother and father, the lat.
ter proudly pushing go-cart which was
filled to it's utmost with two more fat
beribboned babies.
Amanda blessed the group benevolent
ly in the fullness of her heart, ant
stopped to talk to the advance guard
when, looking up, she encountered Tho
same pair of brown eyes that she hat
seen foc the first time on that rainy
Monday the same pair of eyes that hac
lived in her dreams ever since.
Amanda bent her head silently.
When she raised it again the lines o
pain around her mouth were deep, bu
her eyes We're brave and smiling. 1t hat
only meant that hope had died within
her heart in that one brief instant, tha
the brightness had died out of the SIX,
and the green had gone out of the grass
but she nodded brightly to the innocen
cause of all her trouble. Then she turne,
blindly and made her way back to he
fourth-story room
That night the pink box was tenderl,
consigned to the fire. and the army o
curl papers deposited carefully in tn
waste basket.
And Miss Amanda. on her knees
prayed, tremulously: "Turn away min
eyes from vanity, o Lord! and quicker
Thou me in Thy way"