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

unannounccd at that.
I looked up, and saw an angel in white
marscilles houuced; jaunty blue hat, about
the size Of saucer, tipped to one side in
a most bewitchiug heart. breaking manner
and she wore cream .colored kids, and car
ried white pongce-taken in all, fairy
She smiled at me, and held out her hand.
1 took it mechanically. What did this
mean?
She poutcd-ah those cherry lips. she
stamped her little No. l impatiently on
the floor.
"You don't seem very glad to see me, "
she said pcttistly.
I remember that I was DELI ghted-en.
tranced. So was-such visions were not
ofcveryday occurrence to me.
"Wcll," said she, glecfully, "that's =
comfort. Now they told me you wouldn't
receive mc-that would be turned out of
doors"
"Rcp,iles =" said I.
But l camc-and you arc not augry?"
"Ansry?"
! could say no more.
Then she walked up and down the room.
How do you like my dress :" she
asked, revolving around me as if on a
pivot.
l murmurcd something about angelic
beauty.
II did intend" she said, half doubtful-
ly, "to get dress of gray satiutecn, 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-the overskirt quite short in
front and square-the side cores rounded
up four inches longer, and loopcd up into
a jounier. That, with pretty little sacquc
with open sleeves, trimmed to match The
under dress, would be nice, wouldn't i;?'
l murmurel an unqualified asseut-not
that l understood what she was talking
about, for she uttered the full description
in one breath; but then did not know
what | was saying.
But" she said, Il bought this mar
scilles because like it, Don't you?"
81 admire your taste" / said faintly
for was fast losing my senses, though
wondering as to who and what she was.
"You're dear, good fellow ~ said she
rapturously; "and know we'll get on "a
mously together"
So she intended to stay here! Twas
getting into very deep water.
"Now, them" she continued, "show me
some place to put my things, and then you
and will have talk"
l mechanically pointed out small room
opening out of the library. She hurried
iu. sat like statue carved from ada.
mast. Deeper water.
Presently she returned, divested of little
hat pongce and kids.
She cast a searching glance around the
library.
"Horrid dirty" she said disdainfully,
" when has it been cleaned ?"
"About year ago." said I meekly.,
She gave vent to pretty little scream.
GA year! Shocking! Oh, couldn't
sit down in room that hadn't been cleaned
for year. This must be put to rights"
She said this ia very determined touo,
aud went to work. She converted my
linen csat into an apron, tied cum
ming little handkerchief over that pretty
head, and snatchiug up Ay.duster, busted
away valiautly-raised cloud of dust in
which l sat gazing on the vision? What
did all this mean! I consulted Moliere,
my standard authority, but MoEere could
give no explanation. Could she be an an
GEL sent to cast ray Of light over a dis
NAL path Of life. Perhaps! but did angels
wear white marseilles, and talk about
satiateeus and jounicrs? 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. I can work bet
ter with them up"
l 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 dimplc in each elbow.
Certainly not! They were real! did
not think that the sculptor would have
been proud to have them for a model,
because I was morally certain that any
sculptor would have been distracted at the
sight, and have dropped his chisel, despair.
ing Of ever doing them justice.