The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-06-04

| through two wide tTencn WINDOWS
that opened upon tastefulIy arrang-
ed lawn and fower-beds outside,
While noticing these things the house
maid had gone up stairs to announce
me, when something like the follow
ing dialogue ensued
Please, ma'am, Mr.. Brooks y
down stairs Is
Mr.. Brooks! Who is he? was
the responce, in muffled female
voice.
Il don't know ma'ma,' the maid
replied. Il never saw him heregbe-
fore. But he is a young gentlemiNgi,
and says he'll wait till master coiiiss
! down.
Whoever can he be, and what car
| he aRanf, hof fhefi I,e ieks'. I 4 iills (I'll
\ ofday y continued the muffied voice |;
/ and thereupon the door was shut.
Now, this was not exactly pleasant
to me; hut when reflected that most
probably Mrs. Robertson would be
unacquainted with her husbands in
vitation to me. l thought it best not
/ to be offended so | commenced eX-
amining the pictures on the walls.
They were not very interesting and
| soon concluded my inspection, and
lCoken around for something else to
occupy the moments which began to
hang rather heavily. The newspaper
of the previous day was upon a small
table by the window, SO took that
up, just to pass away the time. and |
was soon listlessly persuing the ad-
vertisements. | had not been sitting
thus above minute or two, when |
heard slight rustling, as ola Iady's
dress simultaneously came three or
four light footsteps through the win
dow into the room and before /
could look up from my paper. or rise
from my seat, a musical voice acoost-
ed me with Good merning, uncle;
here is your buttenhole bouquet
started up in a little surprise at
this greeting, which was evidently
not intended tor me ; and there stood
before me a fairy-.ike maiden of
some sixteen summers, her brown
hair falling loosely from a dainty
shaped head, her cheeks aglow with
the healthy morning air she had been
enjoying. and deepened, too, by a
blush when she discovered her greet
ing had been unwittingly addressed
to stranger. She was standing be-
fore me, holding out the little knot
of flowers destined for her uncle's
buttOnhole-how | envied her uncle
IA very picture of health and life
and happiness and beauty. Her eX-
preston of unrestrained enjoyment
changed in moment to one of en-
barraSSment and disInay, mingled
with a CLEAN of amusement in her
bright eyes as the humor of the awk
ward stu ton we were in broke up
ON her. An instantaneous mutual
agreement seemed To flash between
Us. We both broke in a merry little
laugh; and | have often wondered
what would have happened if we had
not adopted this course, if, for iE.
stance, the young lady had passed on
with dignfied coldness, and simple
apologies and bows had passed be-
tween US Our sudden introduction
was, however, not destined To have
this sud len ending. In few mo-
ntents we were chatting away like
old friends. | fancied my fairy
seemed To he actually pleased when
announced that | WAS going to stay
TO break fact ana | had almost sum
monet up courage to ask her to pre-
sent me in reality with the flowers
she had undeSignedly offered to me,
when the entrance of the servant
with the completing dishes for the
break fast-table served as an excuse
for her leaving the room.
She had scarcely gone through the
door, when l heard again the greet
ing, Good morning, uncle followed
this time hy an unmistakabIe sound,
which made me long more than ever
to be that girls uncle! The door
opened once more. / stepped for
ward to meet my employer, but sud-
denly paused, rs tall gentleman
entered the room whom l had never
seen before in my life.
He stood looking inquiringly at
me after sharp 'Good-morning.' 1
was too embarrassed to make any
response. My first thought was
He is some visitor but in a few
moments the awful truth dawned
across my mind, that this was in re-
ality tile owner of the house I was
in, and that by some means or other
l had got into the wrong one. The
situation was tremendous am nat
urally cool character; but was so
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