The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1877-03-09

Wells sir was looking SO earnest
" AZ this bright, brown, innocent face,
and not minding my steps At all. that I
never say large lump of ice directly
in my pathway, and tumbled over It il
the most awkward manner, was pre-
cipitated into the very arms Of the
small woman, my tall hat-I've worn
soft ones ever since-striking her full
in the face and then bouncing OF into
the street. regained my perpendicu-
lar in time 10 hear half-dstressed,
half-sharp little voice exclsim. sOh. my
TOOTH and see pair Of peculiar gray
eyes raised reproachfully to my face, as
a pair Of woolen-gloved hands went up
to pair OF char ming crimson lips. Be-
fore / could utter word OF apology
and regret she had glided, Sided, or
skated away, and stood looking like
fool, and wondering whether I'D better
glide, slide, or skate after her, when
saw something glittering on the ice at
my feet. stopped and picked it up
fairy tooth! You needn't look so
horror-stricken, Earle; it wasn't real
one, Of course.
"Tisnt likely l could have struck
the young creature so violent blow as
to knock tooth that had grown there
out OF her mouth without Knocking her
down. 1t was false one, but the tint
est had ever seen in my life, false or
real. l looked ut It moment, put il
in my pocket book, took my hat from
an urchin who had been patiently hold
ing it, and then, the absnrdity of the
thing striking me, laughed loud and
long, until the passers-by must have
thought had suddenly come into a
large fortune. After / got through
laughing, recalled the face of the
young girl, and the more my fancy
painted it, the more charming il grew,
until had persuaded myself that il not
the most beautiful, it was certainly the
most chaaming it had ever been my
good fortune TO gaze upon; and the
first question-not a wise one, saw
when too late--that asked Constance,
when she came down into the parlor TO
receive me, was,
"sWho Is the small woman who left
this house a short time ago-brown rs
gypsy, dark arched eyebrows, nose
ycfrNsse, mouth like q baby's, gray
eyes, with queer look in them, and
wooden glovesP'
".Pray how long did you look at
her? said Constance.
"sTwo minutes answered 1.
you saw great deal in two min
utes,' she retorted. with disagreeable
laugh. What capital traveller and
sight-seer you woula make! You could
rush through . gallery Of paintings,
foo instance, and carry away as many
in your minds eye as those unfortu-
mates who, not possessing your extra
ordinary talent
"'Don't chat. that's good child,'
interrupted. Who is she?'
"sShe,' answered Constance, with
curl Of her lip, is q young person, one
of my aunt Fidelia's favorifes-by-the-
by, I'm not included among Them
with shrug Of the shoulders and
grimace-swho comes here every af-
ternoon, Sundays excepted, to teach my
little sisters their ABC's. And think
(narrowing her steel-blue eyes and
ling her white forehead) she took
a great iioerty when she left this house
by the door sacred to the family and
their friends, and still greater when
she stopped long enough in your way
TO have her photograph taken
"Of course said no more on the SUBJ
iect, but turned to some theme more
congenial 70 the irate beauty, who, by
the-way, hadn't raised herself in my
estimation By her, TO say the least 81
them. ill-natured remarks about the
poor little daily governess. To tell the
truth, old fellow, I'd been suspecfing
for some time that my lilly maid, az
used to call her in the first days OF my
spooneyism, was not entirely free from
Flemish, and that only her hair. and not
her heart, was bright and golden.
"That right | dreamed an old and
withered bag. quite in the style Of the
Macbeth witches, came TO my bedside,
and, with many strange imprecations
and much shaking Of bony fist, de.
manded-S tooth.
"'It Is our queen's,' she said, land
woe TO him VINO, having found it, re
fuses 10 restore it TO its rightful owner
don't refuse TO restore 1t to its
rightful owner I said, with iirmness;
I will give IL into the MOUTH mean
the hands--of the queen herself, no
other
"Dare you defy mepn shrieked the
bag. Be-w-a-r-e!' and growing like
young thunderstorm, she disap-
peared.
"Well, sir, I did nothing but think
about the brown-faced governess and
the mite Of tooth all next day, and the
next, and at last l determined TO find
out where she lived and send it back to
her--anonymously, Of course. Il was
such ridiculous thing for man to
carry around with him. II II had been
handkerchief, or glove, or a ribbon,
or a flower -b but it wasn't.