The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1872-03-08
HOW | WAS CAPTURED.


Moliere, when she entered the room
perfectly unannounced at that
Hooked mp and saw an angel in
white Marseilles, founced; jaunty blue
hat, about the size of a saucer, tipped
to one side in most bewitchingly
heart rt-breaking manner; and she wore
cream -colored kids, and carried q
white pongee-taken all in all, fairy!
She smiled at me and held out her
hand.
I took it mechanically. What did
this mean?
She pouted-ah those cherry lips !
she stamped her little No. impa-
tiently on the floor.
"You don't seem very glad to see
me-" she said, pettishly.
! murmured that l was delighted
cntranced. So / was; such visions
were not of everyday occurrence to
/ me
"Well," said she gleefully, "that's n
comfortl Now, they told me that
YOU wouldn't receive me- that l
would be turned out of doors"
"Reptiles," said l.
"But l came, and you are not an
gry?"
"Angrym
could say no more.
Then she walked up and down the
room.
How do you like my dress" she
asked, revolving before me as if on a
pivot.
| murmured something about "an-
gelic snperbness."
II did intend" she said, halt
doubtfully, Ito get dress of gray
satinteen, with the underskirt cut as
usual, and trimmed with deep plat
ing, the spaces to be filled with bias
folds above the plaitings in band OF
velvet silk. the overskirt quite in front
and square, the side cores rounded
up four inches longer, and looped up
into a ionnier. That, with pretty
little sacque with open sleeves, trim.
med to match the underdress would
be nice, wouldn't it::n
/ murmured an unqualified assent,
not that | understood what she was
talking about, for she uttered the full
description in one breath; but then L
didn't know what / was saying.
But" said she, Il bought this Mar
seilles because like it. Don't YOU:
Il admire your taste" SAID family
for l was fast losing my senses, though
wondering as to who and what SHE
was.
you're dear, good fellow said
she, raptnrously; "and | know well
get on famously together"
So she intended to stay herel
was getting into very deep water.
Now, then" she continued, show
me some place to put my things, and
then you and l will have talk"
l mechanically pointed out small
+ room opening out of the library. She
hurried in. sat like statue carved
from adamant. Deeper water.
Presently she returned, divested o.
little hat, pongee and kids.
She cast searching glance around
the library.
"Horrid dirty she said, disdainful
IL: .'when has it been cleaned:'
..Aboct year ago." said !, meekly
She gave vent to a pretty LITTLE
E scream.
"a year? Shocking! Oh. Icouldn'
sit down in a rooiI that hasn't beer
> cleaned Cor year! This must be pu
to rights"
She said this in a very determined
tone and went to work. She con
verted my linen coat into an apron
tied cunning little handkerchief ove
that pretty head, and snatching ul
the fy-duster, busted away valiantly
and raised a cloud of dust in which
sat gazing on the yisionl What dit
all this mean? / consulted Moliere
my standing authority, but Molier
could give no explanation. Coul'
she be an angel sent to cast a ray O
) light over my dismal path of life
Perhapsl But did angels wear whit
}, Marsellles and talk about satinteen
l" and jcnniers? Impossiblel 1t mus
d. be dream.
She suddenly paused, and came t
me through the cloud and held ou
2. her arms, and said:
aRoll up my sleeves, please. ca
work better with them up"
did roll the white sleeves up, an
T. then Immediately secuted the idea c
its being dream. Couldn't dreal
of such arms, with a beautiful dimpl
in each elbow.
It. Certainly not They were real!
did not think that sculptor woul
have been proud TO have them for
model, because l was morally certai
that any sculptor would have bee
r! distracted at the sight and have droI
ped his chisel, despairing Of ever d
s. ing them justice.
= And then she busted, and while 81
busted she sang What voic
sa Don't mention Nilsson-I won't he;
of it. T
And then she drew up chair ar
sat down beside me, having first r
moved the handkerchief and impro
.ised apron. Then she shook her cuI
n and addressed me:
"My dear uncle, let us have talk
&c ed Her uncle! If my heart had su
denly changed to lump of lead,
inc oo,JdnIt baya eunk apv9 ouickar tn