Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1919-10-02


"He has learnt something about
me somewhere and wanted to satisfy
his curiosity" she thought; perhaps
he was going to make love to me-" an
idea which amused her, but did not ap-
pear in quite as repugnant light as
It might have done. Some whisper OF
personal vanity said that Count Odin
was man of the world and an ex.
ceedingly good-looking one at that.
She began to see that all her fears
might be mere shadows of misunder.
standing-none the less, she persisted
in her intention to return to Derby
shire. A sense of personal danger
had been awakened: she fed from dis.
covery before discovery could do her
mischief.
There was train to Derby at half
past eight. Eta took a seat in the
corner of a first-class compartment,
which an obliging guard, bidding a
porter keep watch upon 1t, insisted
upon reserving for her. The porter,
good fellow, drove off the besiegers,
among whom were a parson with
brown paper parcels and fussy little
man who always travelled in Nadies'
carriages because he could have
the windows up, to say nothing
Of old maids and their dogs and young
Or maids without dogs. To these the
man of corduroys politely pointed out
the red bill upon the window; but
when cloaked foreigner, with a
hawks beak and watery eyes. q man
who must have numbered at least
ninety years, persisted in an attempt
to enter, then was the ancient drag
ged back by the flap of his coat while
the magic words reserved" were
shouted in his ears.
What you say-what-what-" the
old fellow cried. exerting surprising
Rmount Of strength for nonagenari-
an, mot go in here, accident"
Higher up, grandfather" said the
merry porter. Saffron Hill goes for.
ward-no parley Inglesh. eh-well.
that's not my fault, is IT."
He took the old fellow by the arm
In kindly way (for of the poor the
poor are ever the best friends) and
led him to third-class carriage at the
forward end Of the train.
"And a wonderful strong old chap
for his years, too, miss" he said to
Eta when he returned for his shill-
ing; give me shove like young
'un he did. l shouldn't wonder If he
amt agoing to play in cricket match
by the looks of him. Did you want to
send a telegram, perhaps? A sur
prism lot of kilograms / do send
from the station. Mostly from gents
wat has fency for 'oss. They takes
number horf of their tickets and
backs the first 'un they sees with the
same number in the noospipers. Not
as I suppose you've any fency like
that, miss though young ladies nova
days do send telegrams almost as fire.
| Quent as other people,"
Eta laughed at this idea, but, a sud
den remembrance coming to her, she
asked:
What time do we arrived at Derby
porter?"
you should arrive at quarter to
| twelve, miss"
"A quarter to twelve-oh, my poor
little me, whatever will you do?"
mot meaning to say that you've
forgotten to ask them to meet you,
miss?"
Meaning the very thing-please
get me a form, oh, lots of them. ]
must wire to Griggs. Don't let the
train go until I've done it. Whatever
should l do If no one met me?"
"Tll stop 1t IL 1 have to hold the
engine myself. Now, miss, you take
these ere. That's the name of a
Spring 'andcap winner on one of them
you scratch it out and write your
own telegram. We amt agoin' to
have you out in the cornfields at that
time Of night, / know. Just write
away and don't you furry yourself
Eta needed no pressing invitation
She wrote two kilograms as fast al
her eager fingers could set down the
messages-one to Fletcher, the coach
man at the Hall, one to Griggs, the
butler, who would be the most aston
ished man in all Derbyshire that night
when he read 1t. These the porter
gathered up together with liberia
monetary provision to frank them, and
the train was just about to start wher
who should appear again but thu
white-haired nonagenarian, grumblinl
and shutting and plainly seeking Z
carriage. despite the fact that he had
been lately seated in 1t.
why, here's old nannygoat broke
out again." cried the astonished por
ter, and running after him he OF
claimed: Here, grandfather, traiz
goin', compreeny, inside or. chucky
walkey-now then. smart, or Tn
blowed II don't put you In the lorst
luggage horfiss."
They bundled the old man into 4
carriage; the engine whistled, the
train steamed majestically from tn,
station.
"Good-by, London!" said Eta, sink
ing back upon the cushions with teari
in her eyes.
But the far from docile old gentle