The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-01-26
HOW WAS CAPTURED.

HOW I WAS CAPTURED.
was sitting in my study, reading
Moliere, when she entered the room
perfectly unannounced at that.
I looked up and saw an angel il
white Marseilles, founced, jaunty
blue hat, about the size of a saucer
| tipped to one side in a most bewiteh
ingly eart-breaking manner; ;and she
wore cream colored kids, and car
ried white pongee-taken all in
all, a fairy!
| She smiled at me, and held out
her hand.
I took it mechanically. What
did this mean9
| She pouted-ah! those cherry
llips!-she stamped her little No.
impatiently on the floor.
! "You don't seem very glad TO see
me-" she said, pettishly.
/ murmured that I was delighted
entranced. So I was-such Wis
ions were not of everyday occur
renee to me.
"Well," said she, gleefully, "shat's
a comfortl Now, they told me that
you wouldn't receive me-that /
would be turned out of doors"
"Reptilesp said I.
"But 1 eame-and you are not
angEyP"
''Angry?"
l could say no more.
Then she walked up and down the
room.
"How do you like my dressw she
asked, revolving before me as if on
a pivot.
murmured something about "an-
gelic superbness."
81 did intend" she said, half
doubtfully, "to get dress of gray
sateen, with the underskirt cut as
usual, and trimmed with deep plait-
ing-the spaces to be filed with
bias folds above the plaitings in a
band of velvet silk-the overskirt
quite in front, and sqnare-the side
cores rounded up four inches lon
ger, and looped up into a pannier.
That, with a pretty little sacque
with open sleeves, trimmed to match
the under-dress. would be nice,
wouldn't it?'
murmured an unqualified assent
not that 1 understood what she
was talking about, for she uttered
the full description in one breath;
but then l didn't know what 1 was
saying.
"B1t," said she. 81 bought this
Marseilles because I like it, Don't
you|
81 admire your TASTE" 1 said,
family; for I was fast losing my SEN
ses, though wondering as to who
and what she was.
"You're a dear, good fellowP' said
she, rapturously; "and 1 know wen
get on famously together"
So she intended to stay here! 1
was getting into very deep water.
"N0w, then," she continued, "shoW
me some place to put my things,
and then you and 1 will have a
talk
mechanically pointed out
small room opening out of the Ii
brary. She hurried in. I sat like
a statue carved from adamant.
Deeper water.
Presently she returned, divested
Of little hat, pongee and kids.
She cast a searching glance
around the library.
"Horrid dirty!" she said, disdain-
fully, "when has it been cleaned?'
"About year ago!' said I, meek
She gave vent to a pretty little
scream.
"A year? Shocking! Oh, 1
couldn't sit down in a room that
hasn't been cleaned for year!
This must be put to rights
She said this in very determined
tone, and went to work. She con-
verted my linen coat into an apron,
tied a cumming little handkerchief
over that pretty head, and snatching
up the fly-duster, busted away val
iantly-raised a cloud of dust, in
which 1 sat gazing on the vision!
What did all this mean? 1 consult
ed Moliere, my standing authority,
but Moliere could give no explana
tion. Could she be an angel, sent
to cast ray of light over my dismal
path Of life. Perhapsl but did an
gels wear white Marseilles, and talk
about satinets and panniers? Impos-
sible! 1t must be dream.
She suddenly paused, and came to
me through the cloud, and held out
her arms, and said:
"Roll up my sleeves, please. I
can work better with them up"
I did roll the white sleeves up, |
and then Immediately secuted the
idea of its being a dream. Couldn't |
dream of such arms, with a beauti-
ful dimple in each elbow.
Certainly not! They were real! l
did not think that a sculptor would |
have been proud to have them for a
model, because l was morally Ger
tain that any sculptor would have |
been distracted at the sight, and |
have dropped his ehfsel, despairing
Of ever doing them justice.
And then she busted, and while
she busted she sang. Whata a voice
Don't mention Nilsson 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 i'm
orovised apron. Then she shook
ler curls and addressed me-
"My dear uncle, let us have
ak"
Her uncle! If my heart had sud
ienly changed to a lump of lead, it
couldn't have sunk any quicker than
t did then. II
"You know" she continued, shat
you wrote me letter saying that
rou considered it best for me to stay
It the farm, until you wrote again.
But, then, I didn't want to stay; I
elt 50 lonely away out there, hardly