The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1872-02-02
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JS"A o"ooAiuS cu,
couldn't sit down in room that
hasn't been cleaned for year! This
must be put to rights -
She said this in a very determined d
tone, and then set to work. She
converted my linen coat into an apron
tied cunning little handkerchief
over that pretty head. and snatcbing
up the fly duster, busted away vail
antly, raised cloud Of dust in which
sat gazing on the vision. What did
all this mean. I consulted Molisre,
my standard authority, but Moliere
could give no explanation. Could she
be an angel, sent to cast = ray o.
light over my dismal path of life
Perhaps !! but did angels wear white
Marseilles, and talk about satintec ms
and jonnicrs ? Impossible 3! 1t must
be a dream.
She suddenly paused, aud came to
me through the cloud, and held out
her arms and said.
Roll up my sleeves, please. !
can work better with them rup."'
I did roll the white sleeves up, and
then Immediately secuted the IDEA Of
its being dream. Couldn't dream
of such arms, with beautiful dim
pie in each elbow !?
Certainly not! They were real
I did not think that sculptor would
have been proud to have them for a
model, because was morally certain
that any sculptor would have been
distracted at the sight and dropped
his chisel, despairing Of ever doing
them Justice. ~
And then she busted, and while
she busted she sang. W hat voice.
Don't mention Nilsson-I won't hear
of it. ..., ..-....- .-....
And then she drew up a chair and
sat down beside me, having first re-
moved the handkerchief and the
improvised apron. Then she shook
out her curls and addressed me.
''My dear uncle, let US have a
talk"
Her uncle If my heart had sud-
denly changed to lump of lead, it
couldn't have sunk any quicker than
it did at that moment. @
"You know" she continued, that
you wrote me letter saying that
you considered it best for me to stay
at the farm until you wrote to me
again. But then I didn't want to
stay. I felt so lonely ont there
hardly seeing a new face once a month
for the twelve years I have been there
for you know you left me there
when l was six years old. Well l
thought would come up to the city,
SO I took tho fifty dollars and bought
this suit. Mrs. Marsh picked it out for
me You know she has been in the
city, and so l came, and you're not
angry, are you? Because, if you
are, I'll 60 right back again, uncle
indeed | will ? ,
My feelings during this brief speech
had been very painful. / gradually
awoke to the fact that it was all
the visit Of this angel
was not intended for me, and felt
very bitter for the discovery, but my
duty was plain.
"My dear child" said l humbly,
twill you have the kindness to in
form me what your name is?'
She opened her eyes and then
"Wby," she said. "surely you
cannot have forgotten me? Little
Bes., you know"
.L,ttle Bess p I repeated. Zee.
"Bessie Ludlow she said, grave
ly. your niece.
"No," said I, sadly "not my
niece. have no niece. There has
been some error. My name is
Floyd"
.'Then," she said, sadly; ''you
are my uncle-Mr. Richard Floyd.
I saw the name on the door, and I
came in. Now you do remember me,
don't you?"
Sorry to disappoint you, Miss
Ludlow, said /, calmly. but | am not
your uncle, You saw the name of
r Floyd on the door; my name is
Robert. -.. -s--....-.
Then, said she, helplessly, where
is my uncle !?
/ felt bound to confess my ignor-
ance, whereat she sat looking incre-
dulous. I explained that. strange as
it might seem, I did not know every
body personally who happened to re-