The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1872-01-20
HOW / WAS CAPTURED.

I was sitting in my study, reading
Mohere, when she entered the room
perfectly unannounced at that.
[ looked up, and saw an angel in
white Marseilles, founced jaunty blue
hat, about the size of a saucer, tipped
to one side in a most bewitching heart
breaking manner; and she wore cream
colored kids, and carried white pongee
taken all in all, fairy
She smiled at me, and held out hel
hand.
took it mechanically. What did
this mean2
She pouted-ah those cherry lips
she stamped her little No. l impa
tiently on the floor.
You don't seem very glad to see
me, )" she said, pettjshly.
murmured that was delighted
entranced. SO l was-such visions
were not of every day occurrence tc
me.
"Weli, said she, gleefully, that's
comfort! Now, they told me that you
wouldn't receive me-that I should be
turned out of doors"
''Reptilesl" said l.
But [ came-and your are not an,
gry2"
| could say nc more.
| Then she walked up and down the
room
" How do you like my dress 2" she
asked, revolving about me as if on q
pivot.
I murmured something about can
gelic superbness -
Z" / did intend" she said, half doubt
fully, 90 to get ,lress of gold satinteen,
with the underskirt cut as usual, and
trimmed with deep plating spaces
to be filled with bias folds above the
plaitings in band of velvet siik-the
size cores rounded up four inches
longer, and looped up III joiner That,
with pretty little sacque with open
sleeves, trimmed to match the under
| dress, would be nice, wouldn't it 2"
| J. murmurCd an unqualified assent
not that | understood what she was
talking about, for she uttered the full
description in one breath and then ]
| didn't know what ] was saving.
/" But" said she, II bought this
Marseilles because | like it. Don't
you g.
g admire your TASTE" I said faint
| ly; for | was fast losing my senses,
| though wondering as to who and what
| she was
You're dear, good fellow" said
she, rapturously; land / know well
get on famously toGether."
So she intended to stay here l was
| getting into very deep water,
NOW Them she continued, 'tshow
me some place to put my things, and
then you and / will have a talk. ;"
mechanically pointed out a small
room opening out of the library. She
! hurried in. | sat like a statue carved
from adamant. Deeper water.
Presently she returned, Invested OF
little hat, poDgee and kids.
She cast a searching glance around
the library.
"Horrid dirty she said, disdain-
fully. "When has it been cleaned ?"
about year ago." said 7, meekly.
She gave vent to a pretty little
scream
"A year! Shockingl Oh, 1 couldn't
sit down in a room that hasn't been
cleaned for year This must be put
to rights u
She said this in a very determined
tone, and then set to work. She con.
verted my linen coat into an apron.
tied cunning little handkerchief over
that pretty head, and snatching up the
fly buster, busted away valiantly. raised
cloud ofdust In which | sat gazing on
the vision. What did all this mean !? I
consulted Moiiere, my standard au-
thOrlty, but MOliere could give no ex-
| PLANTATION. Could she be an angel, sent
to cast ray of light over my dismal
path Of life? Perhaps, but did angels
wear white Marseilles, and talk about
satinteens and jonniers Impossible !.
1t must be dream.
She suddenly paused, and came to
me through the cloud, and held ont her
arms and said:
Roll up my sleeves, please. I can
work better with them up"
[ did roll the white sleeves I'D. and
then immediately secuted the idea of
its being a dream. Couldn't dream of
such arms, with a beautiful dimple in
| each elpow2
| Certainly not, They were real. I
did not think that a sculptor would
have been proud to have them for a
model, because [ was morally certain
that any sculptor would have been dis
tracted st the sight, and dropped his
chisel, despairing of ever doing them
justice.
And then she busted, and while she
busted she sang. What a voice Don't
mention Nilsson-I won't hear of it.
And then she drew up chair and sat
down beside me, having first removed
the handkerchief and the improvised
apron. Then she shook out her curls
and addressed me-
My dear uncle. let us have tai -
Her uncle If my heart had sud
denly changed to lump of lead, it
couldn't have sunk any quicker than it
did them
"1ou know" she continued, "that
you wrote me n letter saying that Won
considered it best for me to stay at the
farm, until you wrote again. But.
then, didn't want to stay; | felt SO
lonely away out there, hardly seeing Il
new face once a month, for the twelve
years / have been therefor you know
you left me there when | was six years