Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1872-06-12

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Certainly not! They were reall /
did not think that sculptor would have
been proud to hase them for model, be
cause was msra!ly certain that any
sculp would have been distracted at
the sight. and dropped his chisel, des-
pairing of ever dping them justice
And then she busted, and while she
busted she sang. What 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 improvised apron.
Then she shook her curls and addressed
me
My dear uncle, let us have a talk y
Her uncle! II my head had suddenly
changed to a lump of lead it couldn't
have sunk any quicker than it did then.
"You know she continued, that
you wrote me letter saying that you
considered it best for me to stay at the
farm until you wrose again. But. then,
l didn't want to stay; | felt SO lonely
away out there, hardly seen a new face
once a month, for the twelve years
have been therefor you know you left
me there when | wus six years old.
Well, l thought I would come to the
city, SO l took the fifty dollars and
bought this suit. Mrs. Marsh picked it
out for me. You know she has been in
the city, and so came and you're not
angry, are you? Because, if you are
I'll go right back again, uncle-indeed
| will"
My feelings during this brief speech
had been very painful. l gradually
awoke to the fac. that it was all blum
der-that the visit of this angel was not
intended for me, and l felt very bitter
over the discovery; but my duty was
plain.
My dear child" said l humbly
''will you have the kindness to iatorm
me what your name is =
She opened her eyes and then laugh
| ed
Why she said, surely you cannot
L~--a forent,en- frrf Luile bess you
know
Little Bess Z, repeated
"Bessie Ludlow" she said, gravely,
your niece
No. said l, sadly, ''not my niece. /
have no niece. There has been some
error, my name is Floyd"
Then" said she, you are my uncle
Richard Floyd. saw the name on
the door, and came in. Now, you do
remember me, don't you ?"
Sorry to disappoint you, Miss Lud-
low" said l., calmly, "but am not your
uncle. You saw the name of .R Floyd
on the door; my name is Robert
Then" said she, helplessly, "where
is my uncle =
felt bound to confess my ignorance,
whereat she sat looking incredulous. ]
explained the strange as it might seem,
did not know everybody personally
who happened to rejoice in the same
surname as myself.
But" | said, cheerfully. seeing her
look blank, 1--WE can soon find out. Here
is directory. Now, your uncle's name
is Richard Floyd ?"
Yes"
"His occupation or profession !"
"Eh T.
"What does he do for a living 7"
"Nothing. He's rich-awfnl rich y
"Ah gentleman LIT US hope they
are. Now get ready, and we'll go and
find your uncle
She stood by my side in the street,
and looked ten times more bewitching
than ever. We walked along streets
and how male friends stared and won
dered and envied me.
We found that first Mr.. Floyd Just
stepping into his carriage in front of his
house. He was big, pompous and vul-
gar. tapped him on the shoulder.
"Your niece, NJ. Floyd said, and
1 commenced to explain, when he cut
me short
"Nothing of the kind-not my niece,
an adventures, no doubt. You're a
swindler, i suppose. Drive on
l inwardly vowed to assassnate that
man some dark night. My companiopt
grasped her pongree fiercely.
ooh, / could beat him. she said, sa-
vagely.
/ trembled at this putburst
But, however" she said, laughing
that's not my uncle. He's very quiet
man. / saw him about eleven years ago
He only came to see me once-suppose
because l am a poor relation"
Here she laughed as being poor
relation was something funny-which it
isn't.
Then we tried the second, Mr. Floyd !
he was the uncle. We found him read
ing book of sermons.
l accosted him. introduced myself and
his niece. Then explained everything
and turned to go.
He stopped me, and inquired if would |