Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1882-08-04
A LITTLE WILLFUL.

Doctor Buddington smiled. Men as
a rule do not like to be lectured, but
Doctor Brddington would endure more
Of this mental discipline from his rret-
ty sister-in-law than from any other
living person.
SO he stood there, with folded arms,
leaning against the ruby velvet dra-
peries Of the mantel, while Mrs. Tom
Buddington clipped the dead leaves off
her roses and shook her little crepe
head at him warningly.
81 don't suppose 1 know all about
her." said he. "But man might have
society acquaintance with q girl for
ten years and really acquire very little
knowledge of her true self. We all
have to take our risks, George, you
know"
zone of your charity patients, sup
pose," said Mrs. Buddington, scorn-
fully.
"You are wrong there, George"
said the doctor, with invincible good
humor. 81 met her first at one of the
Thursday evening readings at the hall. !"
"Oh, | forgot your philanthropic en-
terprises," said Mrs. Buddington, ele-
waiting her pink nose-"where the
lame, the blind and the halt are all
tumbled in together !"
"She is n Working girl" said Doctor
Buddington. "And she is in Madame
Favassi's embroidery and worsted store
And her name is Angela Adams. And
she lives with her mother in cheap
clearinghouse on Eight avenue. And
now you know all about itp'
"Allp Mrs. Buddington made two
round arches of her eyebrows. 81 sup
pose although you haven't mentioned
it-that she is prettyf'.
"As beautiful rs an angel" said Doc
tor Buddington, enthusiastically.
"Oh, dear, dearn said Mrs. Budding
ton, shaking her head. w'm afraid
you've arrived mt the desperate stage
of the disease, Frank A shop girl in
nm avenue boarding house, and beau
ful as an angel"
And she drew long sigh of despair.
just about that time Doctor Bud
dington was running the gauntlet OF
his sisterin-law's halfserious criti-
cisms Angela Adams was ccnfiding to
her mother the new life which had lust
dawned on her lfo.
angela, you dom mean It p said
poor Mrs. Adams. 1t can't be DOS
sible ?"
Mrs. Adams was pale and attenuated
and shabby, with great hollows under
her cheek bones, and eyes that elowed
beneath their brows like smoldering
fires.
Angela was tall and graceful, with
shining nut-brown hair, limpid brown
eyes and delicate complexion.
"where rose and lily strove together
for mastery" rs the poet says.
81 do mean itl' said Angela. "And
it il possiblel He loves me and wants
me to he his wife"
"Oh, heaven be praised for this p
eagerly exclaimed Mrs. Adams. "Doc-
tor Buddington is rich gentleman,
who can place my jewel in q casket
worthy of her brillance. He has both
social position apd dignity. He is one
whose notice would be credit to any
girl. Did you tell him, darling, how
honored you were ut his preference ?"
The sudden crimson famed into An
gela's cheek; her eyes glittered.
"Honored, mammal she exclaimed.
81? Indeed, no. There is not man
living by whose gracious preference l
should feel - houored ~
angela ~
Doctor Buddington is very kind"
said the girl, recklessly "And do
not deny that like him. But he is
one of our uncanonzed saints. And l
am human, 1 like to dance, to go to
parties, picnics, excursions. | delight
in admiration, spirit, life. And" up.
lifting her lovely young head, 81 do
not propose to take the veil during the
rest of my life under the pretense of
marrying. He need not think because
went once or twice to the evening
readings that intend to devote the
rest of my days to theology. l am not
one of those soft, malleable human be-
ings who can be nodded into any
shape or form. | am Angela Adams.
And those who cannot take me lust as
am had better let me alone.
Mrs. Adams looked fairly appalled,.
angela ~ she cried. Daughter ,
Are you crazy ?"
Angela laughed.
Mamma said she, II did not in
tend to indulge in such q TRADE when
began. But have only expressed
my real sentiments, and now l must
90 back to the store, so good bye !"
And with loving kiss she left the
warm little room where poor Mrs.
Adams spent most Of her time on a
not particularly comfortable sofa.
Angela Adams was not unlike half.
tanned wild animal. Shy, sensitive,
distrustfut of herself, almost more
than of others, capable of almost limit
less affection, yet cold by intervals,
her moods varied with kaieidescopic
suddenneSs.
Eyes" she said, within herself, 81
love him But-does he love me .
Am worthy of y place in his heart ?
once enthroncd there am capable OF
retaining my position? For / would
rather never he loved than, once hav.
ing loved, to lose my scepter of com.
mand: Doctor Buddington is grave,
silent, selt-contained. am trivial.
natured, unframed child; nor would |
for worlds have him think me better
than [ am :"
And so, naturally enough there came
time when their two natures Jared
'nharmoniously.
"Of course, Angela" said Doctor
Buddlngton, unoonsciously using her
name, you will not go t. the Sum.
mer Night Festival? p"
"Why shouldn't goS retorted An
gela, all the rebellious instincts of hel
nature rising up against his words
.'All the other shop.girls are going
And the Hudson by moonlight would
be worthy of an artists finest pencil II
won't it be rather mischivous
crowdr" said Doctor Buddington, crit,
cally.
II do not plume myself ON beins
an aristocrat," said Angela, coldly.
at isn't that, DEAR" argued the doc
tor. "But the Favard girls and Mis-:
Belmont are going, with their cavalier.
at least so am told-and they sr.
scarcely the associates with whom j
could wish you to mingle.
ave think differently on that, as OF
many other subjects" said Angela.