Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1885-12-11


'sBut you quite misjudge5
him, but you are always unjust and
harsh and rude, Vess Allen;" she con-
Guided with an amusingly abrupt as
sumption OF the grandiloquent and
superior. .. 5ls =.
B Am / unjust because / object to
your partiality for hin?'' he demand
ed, half angrily and half Respondent
ly. S''You have allowed me to care
for you, Angie, and you have al
lowed me to believe you cared for me,
and I hold you had no right to listen
to what has turned your heart against
them as loves. you and their homely
ways. Maybe with all your lofty pre-
sentiments you havenot lowly guess
Judging by yourself, that rude farmer
folks have feelings, and human feel
ings, whether grand Of humble, must
naturally be harsh when cut and har-
ried by the folly of one we have calcu-
lated was truer and kinder"
The girl blushed and pouted, per-
haps she looked the least bit penitent
too; but before she could utter syl-
liable OF protest Or pacification, hehad
turned away, and was striding swiftly
down the shadowy road.
And in another day, Angie had gone
with her gay young aunt to the city.
II am to have little informal re-
ception tonight" Mrs Lyle told her
niece that evening, land of course I
shall like to have you in the drawing
room with me, if you are. not too
tired" said the lady, looking some
how as if she hoped the girl were very
tired indeed.
"Ah, party is always like rest to
me, If | do not go down your friends
might think me dreadfully queer and
uncivil," Angie said innocently.
"Well, come down if you perfer,"
her aunt said with an uneasy smile.
"And if you wish you can wear one OF
my dresses-we are exactly the same
height and size, you know, and you
may choose whatever pleases you
most"
Mrs. Lyle was more indulgelst than
judicious perhaps; but that she did
not realize until her inexperienced niece
was arrayed for the occasion.
Angie had selected a pomgranate
velvet-a snowy affair with an exceed
ingly low corsage, intinitesimal straps
for sleeves, ard an immense court
train, which was very imposing no
doubt. but which failed somehow to
enchance her rustic graces.
"My dear child" her Aunt Alice
gasped, in horror, you look precisely
like a peony--'a monstrous peony, up
side down, with great, loose petal
dangling behind"
"Why, thought" Angie began, and
then stopped, her eyes full ofmortifed
tears, her Redeemed and callous hands
with thegorgeous train which
tripped her unskilled feet at every
step.
Dear child, what you thought does
not matter now" her aunt said. rue
fully. "You have no time for change
OF toilette; Mr.. Arnold is here, and I
have asked him to amuse you while I
receive my guests
The girl could feel the hot blood
seething to her already hot face, she
could feel her bare shoulders and arms
were IN Enthusiastically vivid peony
crimson Just then. She had a confus-
ing presehtiment that her elegant low
er might deem her dress decidedly
more ridiculous than charming.
"Mr. Arnold" she nerv-
ously.
"Mr Guy Arnold" continued Aunt
Alice, who had never surmised that
romance: and ambition OF the girlish
heart, which was plunging and quak-
ing SO unanimously within the op-
pressive pomegranate bodice. "He
says he thinks he may have seen you;
he spent several weeks somewhere near
your place last summer, | believe"
"He says he thinks he may have
seen me-" poor Angie repeated men-
tally to the struggling heart, which
suddenly seemed to fall like q stony,
icy clog within her bosom. He can
speak like that after all his profess
sions and promises?"
And then she became suddenly mind
full that Guy Arnold had actually pro-
fessed and promised nothing. Though
his every tone and glance had avowed
love, the word itself had never been
spoken, though he had authenticated
over their beautiful affinity of soul, he
had never asked her to share with him
che smiles and tears aof welded lIe;
he had pledged no consistency and re-
fquired none. 's-1 '5@
The splendid mirage was dissolving
before her sight; the enchanting castle
was vanishing in the troubled air; but
as yet her modification was not COM
plete. -. ="
. She silently followed her aunt into
the drawing-room, but the elegant Mr..
Arnold had become invisible, and poor
Angie was relegated to q corner sofa
and left to- aumse herself.
AS she sat there half hidden by some
bushy ported exotic, two persons
paused near her.
"Who is she-the odd, red creature
who entered moment ago?' some
lady was inquiring in cautiously SUBJ
dued tones. 1.-THE spectacle was real
ly exhilerating-she really wears q
magnificent Partisan dress which dear
Alice Lyle had made for State dim
ner, or some equally august occasion,
and she could not manage the train
at all. She is ungloved, she has the
hands of a plough boy, and her man
ner u something extraordinary.
! 70 swa4s al toe deliciously unique!
Who can shs Be-, auyf"1 !,
''She IS niece from the country, I"
Gny Arnold explained with a. feeting
grimace and an expressive shrug.
My dear Alice asked me to amuse her,
but I evaded the honor; thu extraordi-
nary young person would have been
the amuser, I fear, and should have
been guilty Of some decidedly ungal-
liant mirth. After. our marriage I
shall certainly persuade my Alice to
suppress her grotesque, rustic nieces,
l assure you Is Y
Behind the bushy exotic5poor Angie