Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1872-01-18
HOW WAS CAPTURED.


Marseilles, fiounced; jaunty blue hat.
about the size of a saucer, ti,,ped to one
side in most bewitching'..e heart-break
ing manner; and she Wore cream colored
kids, and carried a yfhite pongee-taken
all in all, fairy!
She smiled at me, and held out her
hand.
took 1t mechanically. What did this
means
She pouted-ah! those cherry lips!-she
Stamped her little No. 1 impatiently on
the floor.
You don't seem very glad to see me-
ssbe said, pettishly.
murmured that 1 was delighted-en-
'tranced So was-such visions were not
of everyday occurrence to me.
Well, - said she, gleefully, that's a
comforts! Now, they told me thGt-yeu
wouldn't receive me-that l would be
turned out of DOORS"
"Reptilesr' said l.
But I came-and you are not an
grys"
/ could say no more.
Then she walked up and down the
room.
81 How do you like my dress?" she
asked, revolving before me as if on a
pivot
nlurmured something about "angelic
snperbness."
Il did intend,'' she said, half doubtfully,
Ito get dress of gray satinteen, with the
underskirt cut as usual, and trimmed with
deep plaiting-the spaces to be filled with
bias folds above the plaitings in band of
velvet silk-ahe overskirt quite in front,
and squaN-the side cores rounded up
four inches longer, and looped up into a
Jonnier. That, with pretty little sacque
with open sleeves, trimmed to match the
under-dress, would be nice, wouldn't it 90
murmured an unqualified assent-not
that understood what she was talking
about, for she uttered the full description
in one breath; but then / didn't know
what was saying
But" said she, II bought this Mar
seilles because like it. Don't you ?"
Il admire your taste," I said, family
for was fast losing my senses though
wondering as to who and what she was.
you're dear, good fellow p' said she,
rapturously "and know we'll get on
famously together"
So she intended to stay here 1 was get
ting into very deep water
Nov, 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. l sat like a statue carved
from adamant. Deeper water.
Presently she returned, Invested of lit
tie hat, pongee and kids.
She cast a searching glance around the
library.
Horrid dirty" she said, disdainfully,
when has it been cleaned ?''Y
"About year ago! !'' said 1, meekly.
She gave vent to a pretty little scream
"a year? Shocking! Oh, 1 couldn't
sit down in room that hasn't been clean.
ed for a year This must be put to
rights"
She said this in very determined tone,
and went to work. She converted my
little handkerchief over that pretty head
and snatching up the fyduster, busted
away valiantly-raised cloud of dust, in
which sat, gazing on the vision What
did all this mean / consulted Moliere
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 die
angels wear white Marseilles, and talk
about satinets and jonniers? Impossible
1t must be dream.
She suddenly paused, and came to me
through the cloud, and held out her arms
and said:
"Roll up my sleeves, please. I car
work better with them up''
did roll the white sleeves up, and ther
Immediately secuted the idea of its being
dream. Couldn't dream of such arms
with beautiful dimple in each elbow
Certainly not! They were real! I dit
not think that sculptor would have beel
proud to have them for model, becaus
| was morally certain that any sculpto
would have been distracted at thu
sight, and have dropped his chisel
despairing OF ever doing them justice.
And then she busted, and while sh,
busted she sang. What voice! Dom
mention Nilsson-I won't hear of it.
And then she drew up a chair, and sa
down beside me, having first removed tn
handkerchief and the improvised apron
Then she shook her curls and addresse,
me:
/" My dear uncle, let us have a talk"
Her uncle! If my heart had suddenl
changed to lump of lead, it couldn
have sunk any quicker than it did then.
"You know" she continued, "that yol
wrote me a letter saying that you cor
sidered it best for me to stay at the farm
until you wrote again. But, then, didn
want to stay; l felt so lonely away OF
there, hardly seeing new face once
month, for the twelve years I have bee
therefor you know you left me ther
when was six years old Well, Though
would come up to the city, SO took til
fifty dollars and bought this suit. Mr.
Marsh picked it out for me. You kno'
she has been in the city, and so l came
and you are not angry are you? Because
H. IL
indeed / will!''
My feelings during this brief speech ha
been very painful. l gradually awoke t
the fact that it was all blunder-that I'll
visit of this angel was not intended ft
me, and felt very bitter over the di
covery; but my duty was plain.
"My dear child" said l, humbly, 'wi
you have the kindness to inform me VIII
your name is?''
She opened her eyes and then laughe,
''Why," she said, s'surely you cam,
have forgotten mes Little Bess, yo
know?"
''Little Bess?" 1 repeated.
Bessie Ludlow she said, gravel.
Your niece"
''No," said I, sadly; not my niece.
have no niece! There has been some e
ror. My name is Floyd"
linen, SdlQ Sne, you are my unCle-
Mr.. Richard Floyd I saw the name c
the door, and came in Now you do +
member me, don't you?''
Sorry to disappoint you, Miss Ludlow
said l, calmly, 'but 1 am not your unc1
9ou saw. the lame of r. Floyd on tt
door; my name is Robert
Then" said she, helplessly, where
| felt bound to confess my ignoranc
whereat she sat looking incredulous. l e
planned that, strange as it might seem
did not know everybody personally wi
happened to rejoice in the same surnan
as myself
But" l said, cheerfully, seeing h
look blank, "we can soon find out. He