Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1875-10-29
"SWEET BROWN ZAIDE!"
BY MRS. MARY D. BRINE.


SWEET BROWN ZAIDEl always pure and
sweet in her neat brown suit, and the
pretty brown hat and feather! And that
is why she was called "Sweet Brown
Zaide'' by Harry Brown, as day after day
he saw her pass his office. She passed
twice day, in fact-early in the morning,
and again quite late in the afternoon and
the young lawyer, who was fortunately
quite Independent of his profession, had
grown strangely interested in the girl,
even before he quite accidentally discov-
cred her name to be Zaide; and the pecul-
iarity of her name only interested him the
more in its owner
She was not, as heroines usually are de-
scribed, "fair as an angel, /" with heavenly
blue eyes, apd ethereal frame, with flowing
curls of FURNISHED gold brushed loosely
back from snowy forehead-or, excuse
me, meant to call it-6rOao. Quite the
contrary, this Zaide was totally u'atske an
angel, and inclined to the brunette style of
beauty. Her eyes were blue, to be sure,
but they had dear little habit of turning
to black or gray according to different
lights, so that her most intimate friends
didn't feel willing to take oath upon the
actual color of Zaide's eyes, Her hair was
as unlike FURNISHED gold' as the dark
est of brown hair can be, and instead of
hanging loosely over her shoulders, in the
usual untidy- heroine style, was always as
neatly braided and cOiled, or arranged
after its owners own fashion, as the style
of the present day required.
Far from ethereal was our herOine's
figure, since one recognized veritable
flesh and blood when Zaide appeared, and
the stately, graceful gait convinced one
that it would require the strongest kind OF
tornado to watt this very human young
person heavenward. suppose not every
body would call Zaide Buckley pretty,
but those who loved her chose to think so,
and Harry declared privately to his fool
ish heart that nobody was half so beau
tiful," in his opinion, and his heart OF
course agreed.
So DAYS and weeks passed and our hero
could wait no longer to discover the
young lady's name. But just as he made
up his mind to deliberately steal the Gov
eted information in some way chance fav-
ored him, and mutual acquaintance
who happened to be with him one morn
ing when Zaide passed informed him
that: "By George, there goes Miss Zaide
Buckley!''
"Do you know the young lady? in
quired Harry, quite indifferently.
/" Yes.' was the reply; "that is, I've
met her in the choir of - church. She
sings there, and we are on bowling terms,
that's all. Believe she is teaching IN one
of the ward schools up this way"
Stately-looking girl, isn't she?' re-
| piled Harry, indifferently, turning over a
| pile of law papers and appearing careless
| and uncOncerned enough.
| e Wn11--uppc rather ~ came the an
| swer; 20 but not my style-too hard to get
acquainted with her. | hate your reserved
women! By the by, Brown, coming to
the club tonight"
sob, I suppose so-going? Well, good.
| by, old fellow!'' and Harry is presently
Name is Zaide, eh?" he murmured
forgetting his law papers and everything
else in fact but Zaide "Teaches school
near here; by George! that's too bad. She
ought to be a queen-my queen, for in
stance. Hard to get acquainted with, too
| White said. He hates reserved women,
does he? Well, I say, God bless reserved
women if they are all like this one, who is
the sweetest woman / ever saw Zaide
Zaide-Sweet brown Zaide! Yes, that's
what | shall call her, for she Away:
wears brown, and, py George, brown i:
my favorite color!'' $50 green would have
been if Zaide had happened to wear it.)
! Now, Harry, don't go to the office 81
awfully early this morning! Don't yor
remember Alice Moore is coming to visi
us, and you must meet her at the depot a
| ten O'clock
Harry groaned inwardly and remem
bered who would pass his Office at pre-
cisely quarter of nine. But since Mr.
Browns death Harry was the only mascu
line of his Immediate family, so of cours,
to the depot he was obliged to go, reliev
ing his feelings, however, by a mildly-ex
pressed wish that miss Alice be -
his sister wasn't sure whether the las
word was hanged" or no, but she re
preached Harry for non-politeness AMI
then forgave him.
Miss Moore was an adopted daughte
of rich old Indian-East Indian, you
know-and there was every reason to be