Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-09-05
IMP. OR ANGEL?

Cherry dM1 pcuClIdtlOu. Ii DIG SCIS LII
self to discover secret, she never rests
until she has enlightened herself down to
its inmost recesses. When my pretty
friend Elizabeth Terry was holding us
all in suspense as to her intentions with
regard to the interesting widower who
now speaks Of her so afectionately as
''my present wife" Significant not only
of certain past, but of a possible future),
Aunt Urania invited the wary Elizabeth
to take a long country drive. "And, my
dear, III have it out of her, if we don't
get back till midnight she said. They
were gone only two hours, and my aunt
entered with triumphant face, the grays
all in lather from the victorious haste
of her return, while in strong contrast
was Elizabeth's serene inconsistencies.
Glow did you do it," inquired at
the first possible moment. ibid she
confess it all?
Confess! my dear, not word. She
hasn't an idea that she has betrayed her
self. L only asked her, quite casually,
how manv children Mr.. Williams has,
and she answered Three with such a
look, such sighr'
The event proved my aunt's acute
ness, and made her more than ever to us
all an object of admiration and terror.
It was rather unfortunate for me that
Aunt Urania put off her projected jour-
ney to Europe for six months--the six
months which decided my fate in life. I
should have enjoyed them much more,
and managed my affairs much more
smoothly, unexpected by her keen eyes,
unadvised by her keener tongue. shall
always believe it showed very persist
ent state of feeling both in Henry and
me not to retire discounted from so
watchful sentinel.
eyes, Of course, your attachment to the
child is very natural, my DEAR she
would say. Gas said to Mrs. Dubois
only yesterday. Nothing said I, 'can
be more natural, Susan Bardmore, Hen
~ Bent's first wife, was like a sister to
my niece; no friends could be more in
innate; and of course she feels very much
for the little boy"
''I wish you would not talk so, aunty
Henry Bent first wife! 1 never heard
that he had more than one?"
"Oh, no; not as yet, my dear, only a
question of time; and pretty generally a
very abrupt question and short space al
lowed for an answer. Of course he must
have some one to look after that child !;
I never saw in all my life a child that
needed it more. The most saucy, spoiled
little wretch-a perfect little imp"
''Aunty! He is perfect little angel"
said I. LAS for care, Coralie keeps him
in beautiful order, and he is entirely
healthy and happy here in the country.
And it is very well to say, cot course he
must have somebody to take care of the
child, Of course he must marry when
you know that if he had no child you
would say, OF course he must marry,
poor fellow! He is all alone; if he had
even child to take care of it would be
different For my part added, II
hate second marriages.
son, you do.'' said Aunt Urania; and
then ensued pause, broken by thump-
ing at my door with little closed fists.
''Let me IN, let me in, Nora said the
dear little voice, in just his mothers old,
sweet, imperative way. And the dane
ing eyes that laugh up at me GU. of thAt
fair little face are Susle's very eyes.
Il want you, my own Nora,' said the
darling. "There is little calf in the
barn, and papa says 1 can go to see 1t,
and you must take me-"
"Eoity- toityl" said Auut Urania.
''That IS pretty way to talk to lady.
Must take you, indeed"
"Papa didn say just that, did he Bar
diey'' asked, annoyed to feel myself
coloring under aunty's keen eye.
"He said l mustn t go unless I had the
best of care, and know he ment you,
because Coralie is very careless; he said
she was yesterday, when I got my boots
wet And the old COW butts at me if I
go near her. So you must come, Nora
darling; Bardie wants you 20 bad!'
Who could resist those eyes?-that
coax1ng voice. I had followed just such
eyes and voice all my life, and followed
them now.
So did aunt Urania, with her most In
yestlgating spectacles perched on her
nose.
"Well Bardie," she remarked, cheer
fully, if you say we must, and papa says
we must, why, we must"
Bardie stood stock-still, with all evil
look on his face.
81 didn't mean you,'' he said.
'Oh, my dear little boy, that wasn't
polite whispered; but he only gave
me hug, and turned to aunt with ser.
aphic smile.
"You'd better not go. The COW is
quite dangerous one,' he said, in
very civil tone. "And she doesn't like
red things; they make her furious. She
just runs right at them and losses them"
what is the child talking about, toss
what? I'm not red thing, hope"
"About your legs" said Bardie. very
distinctly. "You hold your dress up so
high that the cow Will get mad. I
shouldn't wonder If she killed YOU"
Aunty vouchsafcd no reply, but strobe
lnaiestically on, scornlng to veil by one
half inch the somewhat unnecessary
consplcuousness OF her long scarlet stock
ings. Bardie looked at her very hard.
"a very cross dog lives in the barn.