Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1885-12-11
Angles DEBUT.
You may not see me- again

ely slipped her tea at the neat little
table IN the breezy dining room.
Mrs. Lyle was making one OF her
brief and invariable bi-monthly visits
to the pretty country house Of her on
~ brother, even though he was a sim
pie farmer and she the gayest Of the
gay city bellies.
'Well, for my part I never could
make out what folks can find so un-
commonly comforting in going to Eu
rope" said Brother Emory's wife-a
plump and tidy matron whose SUI
preme idea Of the comforting was q
Jaunt to the busy market place just
when her excellent dairy products
commanded the most gratifying
prices.
@'You mean, Sister Huldah, that you
consider my tastes deplorably ex-
travagant and worldly Mrs Lyle OBJ
served with q little laugh of unruHled
,alniability.
"Mother means she would he better
{ pleased II you were not going" Broth
:. 'er Emory FASTENED to say. ''she will
be nightly lonesome not having your
sisterly visits, Alice"
4 a. "And, oh, Aunt Alice, did you not
promise should have a long visit TO
you this spring." piped an innocently
reproachful voice from the back stoop,
where tall girl was sitting, her pink
glngham sunbonnet pushed back from
handsome brown head, her lap full
OF golden brown russets which she had
just brought from the unexhausted
winter store Of the capacious cellar.
"Angie will be mighty disappointed,
am afraid" said Brother Emory;
1.-THE child has been thinking and talk
Ing OF nothing but that visit ever since
you promised her nigh six months
ago"
"Ah, but l intend to take her home
with meto-morrow," Mrs. Lyle smiled,
as she slipped her tea and daintily nib
.bled q creamy, honeyed biscuit.
"Do YOU really and truly, Aunt
Alice? Oh, am SO glad!' exclaimed
the girl, springing excitedly to her feet,
her brown eyes big and brilliant with
delight, her. apples falling unheeded
from her calico apron and rolling like
shower offootballs down the wooden
steps.
; "Well, for my part, I can't make
'out why: anybody need be.so power
fully jubilant just about week or so
in the city," Sister Huldah said with
the conscious acerbity which was
characteristic OF the somewhat unpol-
ished but wholly estimable lady "Not
.as. your Aunt Alice is always consid-
crate enough, and more than enough,
IN everything. am not. supposing
she can help anything which may hap
pen disappointing to you. But just
the same, in her fine city house you
Will meet with a plenty of people too
grand to notice girl as is used to moth
ing but churning and scrubbing and
wearing glngham gowns"
II intend to buy some pretty dresses
. for Angie, you do not mind" Aunt
Alice announced pleasantly, but she
did not add that she had chosen for
the visit n season when Angie would
not be likely to meet her more fastid-
'ious and exclusive guests.
There was one, however, with whom
Angie anticipated q certain and glad
some meeting-one of whom she ven
tured no mention, neither comment
nor question, although his image
haunted her girlish fancies. She knew
Guy Arnold was often a guest in the
fine city mansion which was the home
OF the wealthy and widowed Aunt AL
ice. She knew she would meet him
there, and how surprised and how
happy he would be to behold her once
again! she meditated.
She could not understand what
strangely sad thing had come between
her and the elegant young gentleman
who had seemed SO fond of her only
one short season ago, when he was
summering over yonder somewhere
among the cool, green hills. Only one.
short season ago, while the last late
blossoms were fading and falling in the
pretty country garden, he had linger-
ed there beside her-his every glance
had seemed to proclaim the love he
did not utter, his every allusion had
seemed all assurance Of his constancy.
And then lie had whispered the tender
est OF farewells, and so left her, to
await messages which had failed her,
and to wonder a weary half year at q
silence she had deemed no less griev GUS
to neutrality-suspicious. to herself. ~
Angie could not understand what
singular and melancholy thing had
come between them, but now she would
meet him once again, and he would be
so gtatifed, and so eager to explain the
Distressing contingency which had
kept him from her such a weary time!
Very possibly the era Of churning and
gin3hamsgowns, was nearly ended for
her! Very possibly before the freshly
budded garden blooms would be again
faded and fallen, her elegant lover
would have taken her away to some
splendid abode where would be only
sweet Incidence and dazzling attirei i
@..g II have q ointment I shAlf not
return here" she said, mysteriously
and rather loftily, to stalwart young
fellow, who had approached her as she
stood in the ruby sunlight beneath the
luxuriant lilacs which shaded the gar
den gate. i
# Maybe your aunt wants you to.
travel with her? she wants you for q
maid, n1aybe9" the young man said
with anxious inquiry and with sud
den pallor perceptible behind the
bronzed tan OF his rugged features.
"a maidr' she echoed with ineftable
scorn. Please do not be SO simple,
Sylvester Alan; You only make yourself
disagreeable! You ought to know even
churning and scrub bling are better than
being q lady maid; although il TO-
To EurnnA may renl1ira the services