Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1872-01-20
THE WAY 1T HAPPENED.

was sitting in my study, read
ing Moliere, when she entered the
room-perfectly unannounced at
that.
l Hooked up and saw an angel in
white Marseilles, hounced; jaunty
blue hat, about the size of saucer,
tipped to one side in q most be-
witchingly heart-breaking manner;
and she wore cream-colored kids,
and carried a white pOngee-taking
all in all, fairyl
She smiled at me and held out
her hand.
| took it mechanically. What did
this mean?
She pouted-ah! those cherry lips!
and stamped her little No. l impa-
tiently on the floor.
i murmured that l was delighted
-entranced. So 1 was-such Wis
ions were not of every day occur
renee to me.
"Well," said she, gleefully, "that's
a comfort! Now they told me that
YOU wouldn't receive me-that j
would be turned out of DOORS"
"Reptilesp said /.
''But l came-and you're not
angry?"
"Angryp'
/ could say no more.
Then she walked up. and down the
room.
GLOW do you'like my dress 2" she
asked, revolving before me on g
pivot.
murmured something about can
gelic superbness %
81 did intend" she said, hall
doubtfully, "te get a dress of gray
| satinteen, with the underskirt cut
as usual, and trimmed with deeI
plaiting-the spaces to be filed il
with bias folds above the plating
| in a band of velvet Silk-the over
skirt quite in front, and square-th
side-gores rounded up four inche
longer, and loOped up into ajOunier
That, with a pretty little sacqu
with open sleeves, trimmed to mattel
the under dress, would be nice
wouldn't it ?"
murmured an unqualified assen
not that l understood what sh
was talking about, for she utterei
the full description in one breath
but then L didn't know what wa
;sB9t," said she, 'I bought thi
Marseilles because l like it. Dom
you ?"
81 admire your taste," said faint
ly; for l was fast losing my senses
through wondering as to who an
what she was.
"You're a dear, good fellow !!
said she, rapturously; "and l know
wen get on tamOusly tOgether!"
So! she intended to stay herel
was getting into very deep water.
"Now, then" she continued
"show me some place to put m
things, and then you and will hav
a talk"
l mechanically pointed out a smal
room opening out OF the library
She hurried in. l sat like a statu
carved from adamant. Deepe
water.
Presently she returned, diveste
of little hat, pOngee and kids. DaiI
ty and jaunty as the little hat was, j
never could be such a head-dress q
that curly black head of hair; an
the bare hand was certainly prettie
and its dimples showed better thal
when gloved. l could not speak
only looked
She cast a searching glance aroun
the library.
SHorrid dirty ~ she said, disdair
fully. "When has it been cleaned
"About a year ago." said l, meel
ly. -
She gave vent to a pretty littl
scream.
"a year? Shocking Oh,
couldn't sit down in room thi
hasn't been cleaned for year. Th
must be put to rights"
She said this in very determine
tone, and then set to work. ST
converted my linen coat into q
apron, tied cunning little handkel
chief over that pretty head, an(
snatching up the fly duster, duste
away yaliantly-raising a cloud {
dust, in which l sat, gazing on Ii
vision. What did all this mean?
consulted Moliere, my standard al
thority, but Moliere could give n
explanation. Could she be an ange
sent 10 cast ray Of light over m
dismal path of life? Perhapsl bI
did angels wear white Marseille
and talk about sstinteens and joul
, iers Impossible! 1t must be
dream.
She suddenly paused, and came
me through the cloud, and held oil
her arms and said:
''Rou up my sleeves, please. 1 CO
' work better with them up"
l did roll the white sleeves II
and then Immediately secuted Il
idea of its being a dream. Could
dream of such arms, with such
beautiful dimple in each elbow?
Certainly not! They were real.
;, did not think that a sculptor wou
have been proud to have them for
model, because l was morally ce
tain that any sculptor would ha