Weekly Trinity journal., 1872-03-30


der 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 1, humbly,
"Will you have the kindness to inform
me what your name is ?''
She opened her eyes and then laughed.
"Why," she said, "surely you cannot
have forgotten me? Little Bess, you
know ?"
Little Bess ?" repeated.
" Bessie Ludlow" she said gravely,
"your niece"
"No," said |, sadly, "not my niece.
have no niece There has been some
error. My name is Floyd"
"Then," said she, "you are my uncle,
Mr.. Richard Floyd. saw the name on
the door, and came in. Now you re-
member me, don't you ?"
"Sorry to dissappoint you, Miss Lud-
low," said l, calmly, "but am not
your uncle. You saw the name of 'R.
Floyd ON the door; my name is Robert. 3"
"Then," she said helplessly, "where
is my uncle ?"
| felt bound to confess my ignorance,
whereat she sat looking incredulous.
explained that, strange as it might seem,
l did not know everybody personally
who happened to rejoice in the same sur
name rs myself,
But" | said cheorfully, seeing her
look blank, "we can soon find out. Here
is directory, Now your uncle's name
is Richard Floyd2"
"Yes."
" Ills occupation or profession ?"
"Eh ?"
"What does he do for living ?"
"Nothing, He's rich, awful rich !"
"Ah! gentleman? Behold two
Richard Floyds, both gentlemen. Let
us hope they are. Now, get ready and
Wen go and find your uncle"
She stood by my side in the street and
looked ten times more bowitching than
ever. We walked along the streets, and
how male friends stared and wondered,
and envied me.
We found the first Mr.. Floyd just step
ping into his carriage in front of his house,
lie was big, pompous and vulgar. | tap
ped him on the shoulder.
"Iour niece, Mr.. Floyd" said, and
| commenced to explain, when he cut me
short.
" Nothing of the kind not my niece
an adventures, no doubt. You're n
swihdler, | suppose. Drive on"
| inwardly vowed to assassinate that
man some dark night. My companion
grasped her pongce hercely.
"Oh, | could beat him I" she said,
savagely,
! trembled at this outburst.
I" But, however," she said, laughing,
that's not my uncle. He's very quiet
man. saw him about eleven years ago.
He only came to see me once, L suppose
because | am n poor relation"
Here she laughed, as if being poor
relation was something funny - which
isn't.
Then we tried the second Mr.. Floyd !;
he was the uncle. We found him read
ing a book of sermons.
| accosted him, introduced myself and
his niece. Then | explained everything
and turned to go.
He stopped me and inquired if would
do him favor.
! answered that would.
"Then," said he, take this young la
dy and put her in the cars. | desire her
to return Immediately to Cedar Farm"
Uncle !" said she.
" Niece" said he, edo rs | bid you.
am your only friend. Don't make me
your enemy by foolishness. Stay at Ce-
dar Farm and | am your friend leave
Cedar Farm and you may regret it. Cor
We went.
She sobbed Cooking prettier than ever
81 can't go back" she said, "they
don't know | left. I'm afraid to go
back.n
"Then," said /, "what will you do ?"
81 don't know" said she, deliantly,
(prettier stilD. "But won't go back. I"
! found myself in nice predioament--
young lady, aged eighteen, on my hands,
bachelor, aged thirty.
A sudden thought. | would
"My dear" said /, "Ill take care of
YOU"
"You ?" (Astonished and prettier)
"Yes, |. Marry me. Instead of my
niece be my wife, will you 2'
She could not give an answer imme-
diately. Such important questions re-
quired doliberation. She was silent about
two minutes, and then said
81 like YOU"
BLESS you ~ said /.
"And you want some one to take care
of you ?'
~ do"
81 will marry you, for that room isn't
half dlsted."
She was angelic She was an angel
| embraced the angel
"And that little room is such cum
ming little one !"
Words fail to express how handsome
she was.
We are married.
And that's the way it happened.
| T
IT is decided by the Interior Depart
ment that the legal terminus of the Union
Pacific Railway is at Council Bluffs, on