Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1872-01-27


What did all this mean F.? / consulted
Moliere, my, standing authority, but DO
llere could give no explanation. Could
she be an angel, sent to cast a raw of
light over my dismal path Of life. Per
haps but did angels wear white Mar
seilles, and talk about satinteens and jon
niers I Impossible 1t must be dream.
She suddenly paused, and came to me
through the CLOUD, and held out her arms
and said
1soll up my sleeves, please. / can
work better with them up
l did roll the white sleeves up. and
then Immediately secuted the idea of its
being dream. Couldn't dream of such
arms, with beautiful dinple in each
elbow
Certainly not They were real !
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,
dcspairing Of eyer doing them jpstiag.
And then she busted, and While she
busted she sang. What voice Don't
mention Nilsson-I wont hear of il.
And then she drew up chair, and sat
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 q 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 con-
sdered it best for me to stay at the farm,
until you wrote again, but, then, | didn't
want to stay l felt SO lonely away out
there, hardly seeing . new face once a
month, for the twelve years have been
therefor you know you left me there
when WAS six years old. Well,
thought would come up to the city, SO
| took the fifty d2llars and bought this
SUIT. Mrs. Marsh picked it out for me.
You know she has been in the city, and
so came and you are not angry, arr
you? Because, if you are, I'll 60 right
back again, uncle-indeed l will y
Ny feeiiugs during this brief speech
had been very painful. l gradually
awoke TO the fact that it was all blum
Ger-that the visit of this angel was not
intended for me, and felt very bitter
over the discovery but my duty was
plain.
:My dear child,' said |, humbly, swill
you have the kindness to inform we what
your name is p
She opened her eyes and then laughed.
!Why, she said, surely you caunGl
have forgotten me ! Little Bess, you
know p
sJ4ittle Bess p I repeated.
Te'sio Ludlow she sail gravely.
Your NIECE
No. said l, sadly mot my Hiese. l
have no niece ! There has been some
error. My name is Floyd
Then said she, you are my unicle,
Mr.. Richard Floyd. saw the name OH
she door, apd l came in. Now you re-
ipEmber me, don't you p
Sorry to disappoint you, Miss Lud-
low said |, calmly, 'but | am not your
uncle. You saw the name of 'R. Floyd
on the door my name is Robert
'Then,' said she, helplessly, where is
my uncle ?
1 telt bound to confess my Ignorance,
whereat she sat looking increduous. !
explained that, strange as it might seem,
l did not know everybody personally
who happened to rejoice in the same SUR
name as myself
But said l, cheerfaliy, seeing her
look blank, I'VE can find out. Here is
directory. Now, your uncle's name is
Richard Floyd p
Yes
Ills occupation 8F profession p
'Eb p
'What does he do for a living p
Nothing. HIS rich--awtul rich ?
'Ah ! a gentleman Behold ! two
Richard Floyds, both gentlemen. Let
us hope they are. Now, get ready and
we'll go and find your uncle.
She stood by my side in the street, and
looked ten times more bewitching than
ever We walked along the streets. and
how male friends stared, and wondered,
and envIed me.
We found the first Mr.. Floyd just
stepping into his carriage ip fropt Of his
house. He was big, pompous aud vulgar.
tapped him on the shoulder.
Your niece, Mr.. Floyd l said, and
commenced to explain, when lie cut me
short.
Nothing of the kiud-not my niece,
an adventures, no doubt. You're a
swindler, suppose. Drive on.
l inwardly vowed to assassinate that
man some dark night. My companion
grasped her pongee fercely.
'Qh, could Beat him = she said saw
agely.
l trembled at this outburst.
'But, however, she said, laughing,
that's not my uncle. He's very quiet
man. / saw him about eleven yearsIago.
He only came to see me once-I suppose
because am poor relation.'
Here she laughed as if being poor
relation was something tunny-wbich
isn't.
Then we tried tho second Mr.. Floyd
he was the uncle. We found him read
ing book of sermons.
/ accosted him, and introduced myself
and his niece. Then ! explained every
thing and turned to go.
He stopped me, and inquired if ! would
do him favor.
answered that I woqld.
'Then,' said he calmly, take this
Young lady and put her ia the cars. /