Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1872-06-12
Select STORY.
yION WAS CAPTUNED.

wis sittiHS III LIZ stuuy' A0"ci"s
Moliere, when she entered the room
perfectly unannounced at that.
looked up, aud saw an angel in whit
Marseilles, hounced; jaunty blue hat
about the size of a saucer, tipped to ont
side in a most bewitching. heart breaking
manner; and she wore cream coloret
kids and carried white pongee-taker
all in all, fairy,
She smiled at me and held OUT hel
hand.
I took it mechanically. What die
this mean?
She pouted-ah those cherry lips
she stamped her little No impatient
ly on the floor
you don, se' n very glad to see me
she said peltishly.
/ | murmured that | was delighted
-nirauccd SO / was-Such visions
were not Of every day occurrence to me
'Well.' said she, gleefaliy, that's &
comfort Now, they told me that yor
wouldn't receive me-that l would bs
tvsruod o-st of Doors -
Reptiles = said |.
Bat | cane-aad you are not angry ,?
"Angry
could say no more.
Then she walked up and down tho
room.
How do you like my dress 7! she
asked, revolving before me as if on d
pivot.
| muImnr,d something about angelic
superbncss
Il did intend" she said, half doubt
fully, Ito get dress of gray sat;een
with the underskirt cut as usual, and
trimmed with deep plaitins-the spaces
to be filled with bias folds above the
plai,ings in band of violet si,k-the
side cores rounded up four inches long
er, and looped in panier. That. with
pretty little sacque with open sleeves
trimmed to match the under dress,
would be nice, wouldn't it 7"
| mulmured an unqualified assent
not that | understand what she was talk
ing about, for she uttered the full descrip
ton in one breath but then | dom
know what she was saying
But said che, IL bought this Mar
selles because liked it. Don't you
81 admire your taste,' said family
for l was fast loosiug my senses, though
wondering as to who and what she was
You're a dear, good fellow" said
she. rapturously; ''and l know we'll get
on famously together -
So she intended to stay here! was
getting into very deep water.
Now then," she continued, "show
me some place to put my things, and
then You and I will have talk"
l mechanically pointed out snail
room opening out of the library. She
hurried in. | sat like statue carved
from adamant Deeper water.
Presently she returned, divested Of
little hat pongee and kids.
She cas-. searching glance around the
library.
"Horrid, dirty -" she said, disdainful-
ly. "When has it been cleaned T.
about year ago." l said meekly.
She gave vent to pretty little scream.
"A year Shocking ! Oh, l couldn't
sit down in a room that hasn't been
cleaned for year This must be put
to rights"
She said this in very determined
tone, and then set to. work. She con.
verted my linen coat iuto an apron, tied
a cunning little handkerchief over that
pretty head, and snatching up the fly
duster, busted away valiantly-raised a
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 che be an angel. sent to cast ray
of light over my dismal path of life |!
Perhapsl But did angels wear white
Marseilles, and talk about satteens and
paniersl Impossiblei 1t must be
dream.
She suddenly paused, and came to me
through the cloud, and held out her arms
and said;