Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1917-01-11

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up stairs In the elevator. I was &c
reared, I felt as II the end had come
and was bein' jerked to my reward
In an iron bird cage with a small kid
dressed In brass buttons. When got
into the hall It was about two feet
wide and darker than pharaoh's con.
science. 1t had str!nR of cells along
the side, and one opened into chin.
ney, and the rest into nothin' in partic.
ular. The middle cell was a dinir'
room where we ate when we could
find the way to our mouths. Near as !
can recollect, you got Into the parlor
through the pantry, back Of the ser.
wants room, by jumpin' over five
trunks. You ought to have seen nv
room. 1t looked Just like parlor
when you first went in. There was
somethin' lookin' like a cross between
an upright piano and writin desk.
Sally gave it tyist, and it tumbled
out into folding bed. The first night,
I laid awake with my eyes on the foo.
Of that bed expectin' it to rise and
stand me on my head; but 1t didn't.
Iou took the book of poems off the
center table, gave it a flop, and it was
washstand. Everything seemed to
rhut up into something else it hadnt
ought to. 1t was now you see II,
and now you don't see It,, kind of O
room; and I seemed to be foldin' and
unfoldin' most Of the time. Then th =
ceilin' was so low that you could hard
ly get the cover off the soap dish.
felt all the while as IL should smoth-
er. My! but I was glad to get home
and get breath of real air.
"Yes," Maxwell replied, people
live more natural and healthful lives
in the country. The advantages OF
the city aren't an unmiXed blessing"
That's true enough. That's no way
to live. Just think of havin' no yard
but window box and a fire escape
I'd smother!
1--WE folks out here in the country
amt enjoyin' lot of the refinemen.s
of city life; anyhow we get along and
the funny part about 1t is,--ir amt
hard to do, either. In the first place
We amt so particular, which helps
lot, and besides, as Jonathan Jack
son used to say,-there's compensa,
tions. l had one look at Fifth Avenue
and I'm not sayin' 1t wasn't all I had
heard 1t was; b. II had to look at
H. three hundred and sixty five days
year I wouldn't trade It for this.
why, some days 1t rains up here,
but can sit at my window and look
down the valley to where the creek
runs through, and way up into the
timber, and the sight of all those
green things, ivin' and noddin' in the
rain is a long ways from being dis.
heartenin',- and when the sun shines
I can sit out here, in my garden, with
my flowers, and watch the boys play
iR down in the meadow, Bascom's
Holsteins grain over there on the
hill, and the air full of the perfume
Of CROWN things,-they amt got any
thing like that, in New York"
For time Mrs. Burke relapsed in
to silence, while Maxwell smoked his
briar pipe as he lay on the grass near
by. She realized that the parson had
cleyerly sidetracked her original sub
ject of conversation and sas she glanc.
ed down at him she shook her head
with droll depreciation of his guile.
When she first accused him of the
blues, 1t was true that Maxwell's look
had expressed glum depression. Now,
he was smiling, and, baked of her
grey, Mrs. Burke knitted briskly, con-
templating other means of drawing
him from his covert. Her strategy
had been too subtle: she would try a
frontal attack.
Ever think of gettin' married, Mr..
MAXWELL" she inquired abruptly.
For an instant Maxwell colored; but
he blew two or three rings of smoke
in the air, and then replied careless.
ly, as he plucked at the grass by his
side:
"Oh, yes: every fellow of my ago
has fancied himself in love some tiIue
or other, l SUPPOSE
Yes, it's like measles, or whoopin'
cough; every man has to have it some
time; but you haven't answered Ely
uueSllOn.
We'll, / suppose l was in love; a
man must be pretty conceited to iEi.
aSine he could make up to girl for
the sacrifice OF bringing her to live
in place like Durford. That sounds
horribly rude to Durford, but you
wont misunderstood me-"
mo; l know exactly how you feel;
but the average girl is just dyin' TO
make a great sacrifice for some good
lrokin young fellow all the came"
"Ah yet; the average girl: but"
Maxwers voice trailed Oft into 81.
lence, while he affected to gaze stonily
into the blue depths Of the sky over
head.
Hepsey thought herself a pretty
clever fisherman in her day; evident.
ly. she decided, this particular fish
was not going to be easy to land.
"Don't you think clarpvmap q.