Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1872-03-16

And then she busted, and while she
busted she sang. What q voice! Don''
mention Nilsson-I won't hear Of it.
And then she drew up chair and sal
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 talk"
Her uncle. If my heart had suddenly
changed to 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 consid-
cred it best for me to stay ut the farm
until you wrote again? But, then, didn''
want to stay; I felt SO loasly away out
there, hardly seeing new face once q
month, for the twelve years I have been
therefor you know, you left me there
when I was six years old. Well, I thought
/ would come up to the city, so I took the
fifty dollars and bought the suit. Mrs.
Marsh picked it out for me. You know
she has been in the city, and so I casre
and you arc not angry are you? Because,
if you are, I'll 80 right back again
indeed I will"
My feelings during this brief spcccl,
had been very painful. 1 gradually awokc
to the fact that it was all blunder-that
the visit of this angel was not intended
for me, and 1 felt very bitter over the dis
covcry; but my duty was plain.
"My dear child" said l humbly, " will
you have the Kindness to inform me what
your name is?"
She opened her eyes and then laughed.
Why" she said, "surely you cannot
have forgotten me? Little Bcss, you
know?
"Little Boss?" I repeated.
Bessie Ludlow" she said, gravely.
Your niece"
"No," said I, sadly; "uot my niece. l
have no niece! There has been some error.
My name is Floyd"
"Then," said she, "You arc my uncle
Mr.. Richard Floyd. I saw the name
on the door, and 1 came in. Now you do
remember me, don't you"
"Sorry to disappoint you, Miss. Lud-
low" said calmly, but 1 am not your
uncle You saw tho name Of II. Floyd on
the door my name is Robert"
"Thcn," said she, helplessly, where is
my uncle ?"
felt bound to confess my ignorance,
whereat she sat lookisg ineredulous. I
explained that, strange as it might seem,
I did not know everybody personally who
happened to rejoice in the same surname
as myself.
"But," said I, cheesfafly, seeing her
leok blank, "we can soon fud out. Here
is directory. Now, your uncle's name is
Richard Floyd?"
Eyes"
Ellis occupation or profession"
"Eh."
What does he do for living ?"
Nothing. He's rich-awful rich!"
"Ah! a gentleman Behold! two
Richard Floyds, both gentleman. Let us
hope they are. Now, get ready and we'll
60 and ind your uncle"
She stood by my side in the street aud
looked ten times more bewitching than
ever. We walked along the streets, aud
how my male friends stared, and wondered
and envied mel
We found the Grst Mr.. Floyd just step
ping into his carriage in front of his house.
He was big, ponpous and vulgar. l
tapped him on the shoulder.
"Your niece, Mr.. Floyd" 1 said, and 1
commenced to explain, when he cut me
short.
Nothing Of the kind-not my niece, an
adventures, no doubt. ~You'rea swindler,
l suppose. Drive on"
iuwardly vowed to assassiuate that
man some dark night. My companion
graspcd her pongce forcely.
"Oh, could beat him !" she said saw
agely.
Itremblcd at this outburst.
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 ouce-I suppose
because I'm poor relation"
Here she laughed as if being poor re-
lation was something fuuny-whieh i.
isn't.
Then we tried the second Mr.. Floyd he
was the uncle. We found him reading O
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