The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-02-01
HOW I WAS CAPTURED.


! looked Up, and cav an angel il
white Marseilles. founced; jaunty blue
h-t, about the size of saucer, tipped to
one side in most be~itching heart-break.
ing manner and she wore cream eolored
kids, and carried white pongee-taken
MI in all, iairy
She smiled at me, and held out her
hsad.
| took ). mechanically What did this
mean?
She pouted-ah! those cherry lips
she stamped her hule No. impatient
~ on the floor.
You don't seem very glad to see me, -
she ssid pet,ishly.
/ murmured that I was delighted
entranced- So | was-such visions
we're not Of every day occurrence to
lne.
Well" said she, sleefally. that's q
comfortl Now. they told me that you
wouldn't receive me-that / should be
turned out of doors"
'Reptilesl !" said Z
But I came-and you are not an.
xry2"
'Angry!'
l could say no more.
Then she walked up and down the
room.
How do you like my dress?" she
asked. revolving about me a. if On q
pivot
| murmured something about angelic
superbness
i did intend" she said, halls doubt
fully, Ito get dress Of gold satinteen,
with the uuderskirt cut as usual, and
trimmed with deep plaiting-the spaces
TO be filed with bias folds above the
plaitings in . band OF velvet silk-the
side cores rounded up four inches Ion.
ger. and looped up in a Joiner. That.
With . pretty lit,.e saeque with open
sleeves, trimmed to match the under
Dress would be nice, wouldnt it?'
murmured an unqualified assent
not that l understood what she was talk
ing about, for she uttered the full descrip-
ton in one breath; and then I didn't
know what / vas saying.
But" said she. II bought this
Marseilles because I Ike it. Don't
you?
i admire your taste" l said family
FOR ! was fast losing my senses, though
wondering a. to who and what she was.
You're dear. good fellow - said she
fspturously; land know we'll get on
famously together p
30 she intended to stay herer I was
Rattinng into very deep water!
Now then" she continued, "show
me some place to put my things, and then
you and will have talk"
mechanically pointed cut a small
room opening on. of the libra,y- She bur
RED 10. sat like statue carved from
adamant. Deepe- water.
Presently he returned, Invested of lit
sle hat, ponRee and kids.
She cast searching glance around the
library.
"Horrid dirty T. she said, disdaiatully.
when has it been cleaned? %
About year ago" said /, meekly.
ohe gave vent TO a pretty little
scream.
a year! Shocking! Oh, couldn't
SIT down in room that hasn: been
cleaned for year! This mus. be put to
rights -
She sad this in very determined tone.
and then set to work She converted nv
linen coat into an apron, tied a cunning
little handkerchief over that pretty head,
and snatched up the fly buster, busted
Array vahanuy, raised cload of dust in
which sat gazing on the vision. Whist
Gid all this mean? / consulted Moliere.
my standard authority. but Moliere
could give no explanation. Could she
be an angel, sent to cast lay of light
over my dismal path of life Perhapsl
but did angels wear white Marseilles, and
talk about sasinteens and jonniers? In
possible 1t must be dream.
She suddenly paused, and came to ma
through the cloud, and held out her arms
and said:
Roll up my sleeves, please. | can
work better with them up"
did roll the white sleeves up. and
chen Immediately secuted out the idea of
ats being . dream. Couldn't dream of
such arms. with beautiful dimple. in
each elbow?
Certainly not! They were reall /
did not think that sculptor would have
been proud to have them for a mode, h.
cause l morally was certain that any sculp-
torwouid have been distracted at the sight.
and dropped his chisel. despairins of ever
doing them justice.
And then she busted. and while she
busted she sang. What voice. Don't
mention Nilsson-I won't hear of i'll
And then she drew up . chair and sat
down beside me. having first removed
the handkerchief and the imnrov;sed
apron Then she shook out her chris
and addressed me.
Ny dear uncle. let US have a talk"
Her uncle! If my heart had suddenly
changed to lump of lead, it couldn't
have sunk any quicker then it did thenl
You know" she continued, ''that
you wrote mo letter saying that YOU
considered it best for me to stay at the
: farm. until you wrote again. But. then.