The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1883-07-28
THE WAY 1T HAPPENED.
BY j. HARVEY SMITH.

nuns yelling, jaunty little blue hat, abou
the size of saucer, tipped to one side il
most bewitchingly heart breaking man
ner; and she wore cream colored kids
and carried white pongee-taken all il
all, fairy!
She smiled at me and held out her band
took it mechanically. What did Thu
mean?
She pouted-ah those cherry lips
and stamped her little No. 2 inpatient,
on the floor.
"iou don't seem very glad to SCI
me, she said, pettishly.
murmured that was delighted-en
tranced. So | was-such visions wer'
not of every day occurrence with me.
"We!l," said she, gleefully, that's
comfort. Now, they told me that yor
wouldn't receive me-that ] would bt
turned ont of DOORS
Reptiles!' said l.
but | came-and you're not angry -
Angry"
could say no more
Then she walked up and down the
room.
How do you like my dress ~ She
asked, revolving before me as if on {
pivot.
l murmured something about can
gelic superbness"
81 did intend" she said, half doubt
fully, s. to get dress of gray cashmere
with the under. skirt trimmed with deeI
plaiting-the spaces to be filled in with
bias folds above the plaitings in banG
of silk-the over-skirt cut square-tht
side cores rounded up four inches, anC
finished with i bow-the back breadtl
twelve inches longer, and looped up into
turnure. That, with pretty little
sacune with open sleeves. trimmed tt
match the under dress, would be nice
wouldn't it ,"
| murmured an unqualified assent -no
that understood what she was talking
about, for she uttered the full description
in one breath; but then | didn't know
what was saying.
But, said she, II bought this nuns
yelling because liked it. Don't you -
81 admire your TASTE said, family
for was fast losing my senses, though
wondering as to who and what she was
- ION re Il dear, good follow said she
rap,urously; and know Wen get on
famously tosether!"'
So! she intended to stay here. l was
getting into very deep water.
"Now, them" she continued, "show
me some place to put my things, and
then you and will have talk"
| mechanically pointed out small
room opening out of the library. She
hurried in. | sat like statue carved
from adamant. Deeper water!
Presently she returned, Invested, OF
little hat, pongee and kids. Dainty and
jaunty as the little hat was, it never
could be such a head dress as that curly
black head of hair; and the bare hand
was certainly prettier and its dimples
showed better than when gloved. l
could not speak, only looked.
She cast searching glance around the
library.
" Iorrid dirty she said, disdainfulIy.
"When has it been cleaned?"
6 About year." | said, meekly.
She gave utterance to pretty little
scream.
"A year? Shocking! Oh, 1 couldn' t
sit down in room that hasn't been
cleaned for year. This must be put to
rights
She said this in very determined
tone, and then set to work. She con-
verted my lined coat into an apron, tied
cunning little handkerchief over that
pretty head, and snatching up the fly
buster, busted away misunderstanding a
cloul Of dust, in which l sat gazing ON
the vision. What did all this mean?
consulted Moliere, my standard authority
but Moliere, could give ne explanation.
Could she be an angel, sent to cast a ray
of light over my dismal path of life
Perhaps! but did angels wear white
nuns yelling, and talk about cashmere
and tournures: Impossible 1t must
be q dream.
Suddenly she paused. and came to me
through the cloud and held out her arms
with such a beautiful dimple in each ell
bow
Roll up my sleeves, please. | Cal
work better with them up
| did roll the white sleeves up, anC
then Immediately secuted the idea of its
being 4 dream. Could dream of such
arms with such beautiful dimple il
each elbow?
Certainly not They were real. | die
not think that sculptor would have
been proud to have them for model, be
cause | was morally certain that any
sculptor would have been distracted b,
the sight, and have cropped his chisel
despairing of ever doing them justice.
And then she busted, and while She
busted she sang. What voice Don't
mention Nilsson-I won't hear of it!
And then she drew up chair, and sal
down beside me, having first removed
the handkerchief and the improviset
apron. Then she shook her curls and adj
dressed me.
"My dear uncle, let us have talk"
Her uncle, If my heart had suddenl,
changed to lump of lead, it could
la e sunk any quicker than it did then
"You know" she continued, "that
you wrote me letter saying that YOU
considered it best for me to stay at the
farm until you wrote again. But, then
| didn't want to stay; | felt so lonely
away out there, hardly seeing new fact
once in month, for the twelve year.
that | have been therefor you know
you left me there when l was six year.
old. Well, | thought l would come W
to the city, SO | took the fifty dollars anG
bought this suit. Mrs. Marsh picked il
out for me. You know she has been il
the city, and SO l came; and you re not