The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1884-05-02

vision. What did all this mean Z
consulted Moliere, my standing
authority, but Moliere could give
no explanation. Could sue be an
angel, sent to east a ray OF light
over my dismal path of life Per-
hap, but did angels wear white
nuns yelling, and talk about cash
mere aud toannres' impossible! /!
1t must be dream.
Suddenly she paused and came
to me through the eloud, and held
out her arms, and said:
"R0ll up my sleeves, please.
| can work better with them up.n
l did roll the white sleeves IN.
and immediately secuted the idea
of it being dream. Could |
dream OF such arms, with such
dimple in each plbowi
Certainly not! They were real
j did think that sculptor would
have been proud to have them for
model, because / was morally
certain that any sculptor would
have been distracted by the sight,
aud have dropped his chsel, de.
spairing OF ever doing them Justice.
And then she busted, and while
she busted she sang. What
voicel Don't mention NiSson-I
won't hear of il
And then she drew mp n chair
and sat down beside me, mvius
first removed the handkerchief aud
the improyised apron. Then she
shook her curls aud addressed me.
"My dear uncle, let us have a
talk.n
Her uncle! If my heart had sud
denly changed to lump of lead, 1t
couldn't have sunk quicker than it
did then.
"You know she continued,
"that you wrote me letter saying
that you considered it best for me
to stay on the farm until you wrote
again. But, then, / don't want to
stay: felt SO lonely out there,
hardly seeing new face once
month, for the twelve years l
haze been therefor you lett
me whom | was six years old.
Well, | thought l would come up
TO the city, so | took $50 aud bought
this suit. Mrs. Marsh picked it out
for me. You know she has been
in the clty, aud so | came; aud
you're not angry, are youk Be
cause, il you are, I'll go back again,
uucIe-indeed | willw
My feelings during this brief
speech had been very paiulul. |
gradually awoke to the fact that it
was alIia blunder-that the visit of
this angel was not intended for me
and | felt very bitter over the
discovery, but my duty was plain.
"My dear child" said !, humbly,
"will you have the Kindness to in-
form me what your name isp
She opened her eyes aud then
laughed.
"Why,' she said, "you can not
have forgotten me Little Bess,
you kuow.'
''Little Bess 7" repeated.
"Bessie Ludlow" she said grave.
ly. "Your nlece.n
"No," said |, readily; "nOt my
niece. have no nieces. There is
some error. My name is Floyd"
"Then,' said she, "you are my
uncle-Mr. Richard Floyd. | saw
the name on the door, so | came
in. Now you remember me, don't
youT
r"Sorry to dissappoiut you, Miss
Ludlow said calmly, "but | am
not your uncle. You saw the name
'R. Floyd on the door; my uame
is Rebert.n
"Then,' she said hopelessly,
"where is my uncle 7"
felt bound to confess my igno.
rance, whereat she looked incredu-
lous. | explained that, strange as
it may seem, | did not know every
person who happened to rejoice in
the same surname as myself.
"But,n l said cheerfully, seeing g
her look blank, tive can soon find
out. Here is directory; your
uncle's name is Richard Floyd ~
"Yes.r
''Hls occupation or profession 7"
"Ehn
"Whatdoes he do for a living n
"Nothing. He's rich--awful
ricll.p
"Ah, q gentleman Behold! two
Richard Floyds, both gentlemen.
Let us hope they are. Now get
ready aud we'll go and find your
uncle.'
She stood by my side in the
street and looked ten times more
bewitcbing than ever. We walked
along the streets, aud how many
male friends stared, and wondered
aud envied me.
We found the first Mr. Floyd
just stepping into his carriage in
front of the house. lie was big,
pompous and vulgar. 4 tapped
him on the shoulder.
"Your niece, Mr.. Floyd" said,
and | commenced to explain, when
he cut me short.
"Notbing of the kind! An ad-
ventures, no doubtl You're a
swindler, I suppose Drive on."
| inwardly vowed to assassinate
that man some dark night. Ny com
| ,,nnint, orruvua1 har M N una finpaalV