Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1883-09-19
The Way it Happened.


l was sitting in my study, reading.
Moliere, when she entered the room
perfectly unannounced at that.
l looked up, and saw an angel IN
white nuns yelling, jaunty little blue
hat, about the size of a saucer, tipped
to one side in a most bewitchlng heart
breaking manner; and she wore cream
colored klds, and carried white pom
gee-taken all in all. a fairy!
She smiled at ME, and held out her
hand.
1 took 1t mechanically. What did
this mean?
She pouted-ah those cherry lips =
and stamped her little No. 2 inpatient
ly on The floor.
You don't seem very glad to see
me- she said, pettishly.
l mnlmured that 1 was delighted
entranced! So l was-such visions
were not Of every day occurrence with
me,
Well said she, gleefully, that's a
comfort! Now, they told me that you
wouldn't receive me-that l would be
turned out of DOORS
Reptiles = said l.
But camo-and you're not angry?'
'ADgry!'
l could say no more.
Then she walked up and down the
room.
How DO you like my dress p she
asked, revolving before me as if on
pivot.
l murmured something about angelic
superbness
Il did intend che said, half doubt
fully, TO get dress of gray cashmere,
with undersklrt trimmed with deep
plaiting-ths spaces to be filed in with
bias folds above the plaltings in band
Of silk-the overskirt cut square-the
side cores rounded up four inches and
finished with q bow--the back breadth
twelve inches longer, and looped up
into tournure. That, with pretty
little sacque with open sleeves, trim
med 10 match the under dress, would
be nice, wouldn't lt?'
l murmured an unqualified assent
not that I understood what she was
talking about, for she uttered the full
description In one breadth; (; but then l
didn't know what was saying.
But SAID she, 4 bought this nuns
yelling because 1 liked it. Don't
you?
L admire your taste,' I said, family;
for was fast losing my senses, though
wondering as to who and what she
was.
You're a dear, good tellow!' SAID
she, rapturously; and I know We'll
get on famously together!'
So she intended to stay here. 1
was getting into very deep water
Now, then,' she continued, show
me some place to put my things, and
then you and 1 will have a talk
mechanically pointed out a small
room opening out of the library. She
hurried in. sat like a statue carved
from adamant.-Deeper water!
Presently she returned, dlvesled OF
little hat, pongee and kids. Dainty
and jaunty as the little hat was, it
never could be such head-dress as
that curly black head Of hair; and the
bare hand was certainly prettler and
its dimples showed better than when
gloved. l could not speak Il only
looked
Sic cast searching glance around
the library.
'Horrid dirty! she said, disdalnfully.
When has ii been cleaned?
About year ago. said meekly.
She gave utterance TO pretty little
scream,
"A year? Shocking! Oh, couldn't
sit down in a room that hasn't been
cleaned for year! This must be put
TO rights
She said this in a very determined
tone, and then set to work. She con-
verted my linen coat into an apron,
tied a cunning little handkerchief over
that pretty head, and snatching up the
fly duster, busted away valiantly-rais.
ing a cloud Of dust, in which 1 sat gaz-
ing on The vision. What did all this
mean ? consulted Moliere, nay stand
ing authority, but Moliere could give
no explanation, Could she be an An"
gel, sent 10 cast ray Of light over my
dismal path Of life? Perhaps! but did
angels wear white nuns yelling, and
talk about cashmere aud tournures ?
Impossible 1t must be a dream.
Suddenly she paused. and came to
me through the cloud. aud held out her
arms, and said:
Roll up my sleeves, please. l can
work better with them up, and then