Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1910-06-03


maid so long that it has pallcd on
ne"
Ey August the lady from Hubble
town could have passed through the
streets Of her native village incognito
Her cheeks were as pale and pinktint-
ed as yours gir''s. The angular
Jnos had bocor'e . acerul curves Miss
Arg Lima was now the pretty Miss
Doihins.
Forty years do not sit heavily on
the heed of the l"owirg woman. 1t
occt9"od 70 the cc'o.;'rer from Hub
h'etown as she gaZad into her mirror
that she must have suddenly found
the secret of perpetual youth.
Now" rur!inated Miss Dobbius, as
she critically summed Up her alluring
likeness, Il believe-I actually be-
lieve-that am equipped for the
fray" And thereafter New York knew
her not.
1t was dainty little woman in
weeds whom Mrs. Albert Harding in
troduced to the best society of the
thriving city of Albantown. Suscep-
tible youth and gay widowers fell vic
tins to her charms. In this group the
popular newcomer noticed apprecia-
lively one Thomas Bogart, recently
bereayed, and rather pudgy and ridicu-
lous
There were others. Mr.. Bogart's
fat little characterless face had good
reason to furrow deep lines of worri-
ment. The dapper Albert Kahn, some
years younger. and financial magnate
OF Albantown, was a rival.
But, in spite of this, the gods seemed
Kind. Mrs. Case seemed to favor his
suit and this was well, because 1t was
rumored that the sprightly widow had
money.
on an evening during which Bogart
mad been unusually favored and al
lowed to escort the widow home from
the opera, his ardor suddenly got the
better Of him.
Mrs. Case" he began, when they
had arrived at the home of the wild
ow's friend, 81 have something seri-
Gus to say to you"
What is it-Thomas?" A slow flush
lighted the pale face of the fascinating
widow. Bogart's eyes rested linger-
ingly upon her. and his heart thumped
joyously.
"l-l-Mrs. Case-er-Margaret he
burst out desperately. Il love you.
Can you not see 1t in my every action?
My heart is yours Will you marry
me?"
do you really love me-Thomas?"
she asked gently
Il swear it," responded 7. Bogart,
convincingly.
How am l to know?" insisted the
widow, coquettishly. rs not some
other one waiting disconsolate, some
place, for you?"
How can you think it?" reproached
Bogart
Il don't" acknowledged the widow,
somewhat curtly Really, Tommy.
I'm sure there isn't And | will marry
you, too, only-only | must go home
and arrange things. Then I will come
back. viii you be true?"
Forever. If necessary" replied the
Jupliant L. Bogart. He attempted to
kiss her, but she repulsed him, bid.
ding him wait
And he waited.
The next day the widow left for her
home, nor did the infatuated lover re.
ceive word from her. Months went
by He remembered that he did not
know where she lived. He asked Mrs.
Harding, but she refused the informa-
ton, bidding him wait.
Nor did he notice, in his perturbed
state, the absence of Albert Kahn.
Finally this letter came to him:
You need wait no longer Have de-
cided that you won't do. Go back to
the girl you left in Hubbletown. May.
be she wants you. | don't.
MRS ALBERT KAHN"
What ,fends some women are"
whimpered Thomas Bogart, and
wonder how she heard of Angelina
er-what's her name?"