Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-01-14

III monster! cried Ph0ebe.
Ever so much bigger than 1t looks
on the line! Why, thought it was
only a small enginen
So she is; only q tank engine,
says Tom; not tender engine
What's tender engineer asked
Phoebe, looking straight at Tom. 1
could see her plain. is 1t softer
or smaller kind?'
"A tender engine has a tender
it's attached to it, you know-a kind
Of marriage, Miss Phoebe
"'Oh!' says she. L didn't know
that engines married. Tender is a
funny word to use, isn't it?'
Don't you like tender things?'
asked Tom, coming round to her
quietly.
oh, yes; meat, for instance! 1
like tender meat says she.
would you like to get on the
engine? says he. You can get up
If help you
"'Isn't 1t dangerous? 1t won't
blow up, will it?' asked Phoebe
Not 1t; why it's hardly in steam
yet My mate won't be here for an
hour or SO. There you are,' he con-
tinued, as he handed her up. You
look lovely on the Firefiy, and let
me tell you, l wish you were my
mate, Phoebe!'
oh, but | couldn't drive the en-
gine!' she said. I would be no use
as your mate
Perhaps not on the engine
says Tom; but in the house-my
house
oh, what do you mean, Mr.,
Deane? You can't want an engine
driver at home!'
mo, but I'd like mate there;
don't you understand me, my lass?
I'm in love with you, and if ye'd
only come
She didn't say anything for a
minute. and 1 smoked my pipe. sir,
not liking to go out, and thinking
it best to keep out of sight. At
length she said,-
But I'm going away with Mrs.
Sorrens and the colonel in a couple
of days.
Going away exclaimed Tom,
N changed voice. is it for long?
~ don't know. Maybe all win
ter
All, we'll, then it's no use!' he
said, quite depressed You can't do
it; but II you care for me at ALL
Then, sir, / couldn't hear any
more; and peepirg out l just saw
ION with his arm around her, whis-
pering in her ear. They didn't no.
tice me, and so | slipped out of the
shed like a lamb.
In few minutes-say ten or so
Phoebe passed me on the plat
form, and nodded TO me with hap
py face. So it's all settled, thinks L.
Good afternoon MISS says l..
You're looking splendid to-day. But
you'll excuse me, Miss Phoebe,
there's couple of dark smudges on
your cheek. The right cheek 1t is.
Let me help
But she blushed red as the tail
lamps of the exp 'ess, and went Off
with a danger signal in each cheek
flaming red, and rubbing her face
like cat as she ,alked.
so, ho.' thinks /, Toms found
his mate, then. Well, he deserves
her.
In a few days the colonel, his
wife, and Phoebe, looking very sad
like. left home. Tom was on the en-
gine, but couldn't hardly have a
word with her. They parted at the
| junction yonder, sir, and Tom be-
came quiet. He picked up a bit
afterwards, but time went on, and
| he heard less and itss of Phoebe.
She's forgot me, he says to me
one day about Christmas time. But
/ spose it's only natural. Some for
eign party has taken her fancy,
dare say
What was Ellen doing round
here, this morning, fom?' says
suddenly.
"'She came to tell me no letter
has arrived, that's all. She's good
sort is Nellie. A good-natured girl
as ever stepped.
F" She can't touch Phoebe, man,
says l.
No, but she's fine, handsome
girl, and as kind as she can be. She's
a dazzler!',
LOOK here, Tom. II | was yor
I'd give up dazzlers. They're blind
ing your eyes.
Rubbish says he. Nell is al
good as gold.
oh, it's come to Nell, Is 1t?
says l. Then | see your game. Ton
Deane, mind what you're about
Write to Phoebe, and ask her t.
reply soon. Get 1t fixed with her.
~ Will. I'll write this very day,
says he. And he did!
Three days after | saw ElleI
again, in the field walking with Tom
very quiet, and four days later sh,
came down with letter in he
hand Tom was. on the engine sid
ing, and l strolled up on purpose
not wishing Phoebe to be wronged
We'll, Nellie, my girl, how
yourself? cries Tom. He didn't ev
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