Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1877-11-22
ANGELS AMBITION.

ANUEL1S AMBiIiUN.
Miss Angelina Melville was a beauty,
Il fact that no one was so we'll aware of
as Miss Angelina herself, for the greater
part of her time in her little room was
occupied in looking at herself in the
glass, that had zigzag crack across it
which nicely divided her pretty nose.
Angelina, for brevity's sake, was call
ed Angel, and, from outward appear
ance, the name seemed most appropri-
ate, for angels are generally portrayed
with beautiful faces, eyes of heavenly
blue, and golden hair, and our earthly
angel had them to perfection.
But one cannot always judge from
appearances; indeed, it is true saying
that they are very deceptive.
Our readers must hear Angel talking
to some one that she does not care
about impressing with her angelship,
and, instead of voting her pair of
wings, they would say she had about as
much claim to the title of angel as Il
great many charmers. that bear it.
Good gracious granny, talk sense.
You must think | haven't got bit of
ambition | look higher than him"
Angel was talking to her aged grand
mother who had taken care Of her
from babyhood up.
The old woman shook her head as she
sat in her big chair darning Miss Angels
stockings.
It'll be hard for you to find any
body higher than Willie Horton in
these parts, Angel, dear. He's good
boy-a nice boy"
A ploughboy! a nice companion he'd
make for me-" said the young lady, in
dignantly.
And was it any wonder she was on her
dignity?
A nice team, truly! ploughboy and
and an angel.
Indeed, he's nice young gentle
man, and he'll be very rich one of
these days, when the squire dies"
Oh! live horse and you'll get grass"
said Angel, impatiently Il suppose
he is the best match | can get in
these parts; but thank Heaven, there
are more than the few we have here. "
Angel stopped abruptly
She had spoken the truth when she
thanked Heaven, there were more men
to be had than the few who lived all
their lives and died in Cloverville
There was fine gentleman passing
the way now, the very man that ran in
Angels thoughts as she spoke; indeed,
the very man that put these thoughts in
Angels head.
She paused for Il moment at the Win
dow, saw the gentleman look up at her
with faint smile of recognition, as if
he longed to raise his hat to her, but
dare not; then, rs if she were indeed
an angel with wings, she flew out of the
house, leaving her grandmother shaking
her head sOrrowfully.
"Dave?" called Angel from the little
porch.
Dave was Mrs. Malvines man-ofall-
work He was trimming up the little
fiower-beds in front of the house now.
and he answered
Yes, m" without looking up from
his work.
Dave, did you see that gentleman
who lust passed ?"
Yes, m"
Il want you to find out who he is
for me-"
"Ohl he's some city fellow, around
here to see what he can make"
And Dave went on with his work as
mechanically as if he didn't know that
he had thrown the fair Angel who was
looking down upon him into rage
"Dave, how dare you speak SO of a
gentleman And Angels little foot
came down upon the porch in a most
emphatic manner know he's a gentle
man, for he has passed here every day
for the last week. and ne looks at me
as respectfully rs if / were very
queen"
I've no doubt but what he'd like to
get acquainted with you, Miss Angel
s'pose he's heard the story that every
body has on the tip of their tongue about
here?'
What story is that?" cried Angel
"Why, that your grandmother is very
rich, even if she doesn't make no show.
If the fellow looks at you at all, that's
what he's dom it for
"Dave, YOU think you are very
wise, but you're an old dolt," said
Angel.
Perhaps so, m, perhaps So" said
Dave, slowly. never stopping III his work.
That's so; | may be mistaken he con-
tinued, after pause.
The fact was, sudden thought struck
Dave.
He didn't like Angel.
He jotted her down long ago at her
real value, and for every stab she gave
him he gave her two back.
He was about to pay her back now
for that last remark of hers, though In
doing SO he would have to tell down
right falsehood.
:. That's so; may be mistaken" con
tinued Dave, slowly. Perhaps he's
all right, Miss Angel. | don't believe
Dora Craig would speak to him if he
wasn't, do your
Isis Dora Craig acquainted with
him ?" asked Angel, breathlessly.
rs she Umph Everybody. knows
the fellow is dead gone on Dora
well, did | ever! What can such a
handsome gentleman see IN such a
matter-of-fact creature as Dora Craig2''
said Angel, bitterly.
Dave smiled quietly as he bent over
the fiower-bed.
He didn't for moment suppose that