Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1872-01-19
HOW 1 WAS CAPTURED.

Sluc In most bcWitChtngly heart-bTeak-
ing manner; and she wore cream colored
kids, and carried white pongee-taken
all in all, fairy
She smiled at me, and held out her
hand.
took it mechanically. What did this
mean?
.sShe pouted-ah! those cherry lips-she
stamped her little No. 1 impatiently on
the floor.
You don't seem very glad to see me-"
she said, pettishly.
mumured that l was dclighted-en-
tranCed. SO was-such visions were not
Ot everyday occurrence to me-
Well, said she, gleefully, "that's a
comfortl Now, they told me that you
wouldn't receive me-that | would be
turned out of doors
ReptilesW said l.
But came-and you are not an
gy?"
"Angryg"
| could say no more.
Then she walked up and down the
room.
How do you like my dressy" she
asked, revolving before me as if on a
pivot.
murmured something about "angelic
superbness"
ulu sllt Sdltl, HAIL v,
ito get dress of gray satinteen, with the
underskrt cut as usual, and trimmed with
deep plaiting-the spaces to be filled with
bias folds above the plaitings in band of
velvet silk-the overskirt quite in front,
and square-the side cores rounded up
four inches longer, and lOoped up into a
jonnicr That, with pretty little sacque
with open sleeves, trimmed to match the
under-dress, would be nice, wouldn't it ?"
murmured an unqualified assent-not
that | understood what she was talking
about, for she uttered the full description
in one breath but then l didn't know
what was saying.
But" said she, II bought this Mar
seilles because like it. Don't you ?"
y II admire your TASTE" / said, family ;
tor | was fast losing my senses, though
wondering as to who and what she was.
you're dear, good fellow ~ said She
rapturously Z; land know We'll get on
famously together"
So she intended to stay here was get
ting INTO very deep water.
Now, then" she continued, "show me
some place to put my things, and then
you and will have talk.
mechanically pointed out small
room opening out of the library. She
hurried in | sat like statue carved
from adamant. Deeper water.
Presently she returned, drvcsted of lit
Nc hat, pongee and kids
She cast searching glance around the
library
"Horrid dirty!" she said, disdainfully,
"when has it been cleaned ?"
about year ago I" said |, meekly.
She gave vent to pretty little scream
"a year? Shocking Oh, | couldn't
sit down in room that hasn't been clean
ed for year This must be put to
rights"
and went to work. She converted nv
linen coat into an apron, tied a cunning
little handkerchief over that pretty head,
and snatching up the tly-duster, busted
away yalantly-raised cloud of dust, in
which | sat, gazing on the vision What
did all this mean | consulted Molierc,
my standing authority, but Moliere could
give no explanation. Could she be an
angel, sent to cast a ray of light over my
dismal path of life. Perhaps but did
angels wear white Marseiles, and talk
about satinets and jonniers? Impossible
1t must be a dream.
She suddenly paused, and came to me
through the cloud, and held out her arms,
and said:
'RoI up my sleeves, please. l can
work better with them up"
did roll the white sleeves up, and then
Immediately secuted the idea of its being
a-dream. Couldn't dream of such arms,
with a beautiful dimple in each elbow.
Certainly not! They were real l did
not think that sculptor would have been
proud to have them for model, because
was morally certain that any sculptor
would have been distracted at the
sight, and have dropped his chisel
Il ~ 4 Al. Nl,,,,,
And then she busted, and while she
busted she sang What voice! Don't
mention Nisson-I won't hear of it.
And then she drew up a chair, and sal
down beside me, having first removed the
handkerchief and the imprOvised apron
Then she shook her curls and addressed
me:
" My dear uncle, let us have talk"
Her uncle! If my heart had suddenly
changed to a lump of lead, it couldnt
have sunk any quicker than it did then.
"YOu know" she continued, that you
wrote me a letter saying that you con
sidered it best for me to stay at the farm
until you wrote again. But, then, didn'
want to stay; felt 50 lonely away out
there, hardly seeing new face once
month, for the twelve years | have beer
therefor you know you left me there
when was six years old Well, Thought
| would come up to the city, so | 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 l came
and you are not angry are your Because
if you are, I'll 90 right back again, uncl,
indeed willr'
My feelings during this brief speech haC
been very painful. | gradually awoke tC
the fact that ii was all blunder-that tn,
ca S.f sg ,,t int Ia1 f,,
me, and felt very bitter over the dis
covery; but my duty was plain.
MY dear child" said |, humbly, "wil
you have the kindness to inform me wha
your name is?"
She opened her eyes and then laughed
Why" she said, "surely you canno
have forgotten me? Little Bess, yot
know?H
Little Bess?" repeated,
Bessie Ludlow" she said, gravely
Your niece"
'No," said l, sadly; " not my niece
have no niece! There has been some er
ror, My name is Floyd"
Then" said she, ''yOu are my uncle
Mr., Richard Floyd, | saw the name OF
the door, and came in. Now you do rC
member me- don't your
Sorry to disapp0int you, Miss Ludlow,
said /, calmly, "but am not your uncle
You saw the name of 'R, Floyd ON tn
door; my name is Robert"
n"Then,' said she, helplessly, 'where i
my uncley"
/ felt bound to confess my ignorance
whereat she sat looking incredulous. | eA
planned that, strange as it might seem,
did not know everybody personally VIII
happened to rejoice in the same sumam
asmyself
But" ! said, cheermlly, seeing he
look blank, 1--WE can soon find out, Her