Smyrna times., 1885-03-18

window.
"The plaster" she said.
The plaster was taken with many
thanks.
Shortly the groans ceased.
Was he dead or relieved of pain, this
man who had called her an angel? She
called softly, "Are you better?"
"Ah, yes" replied the voice. "ze
plastaire is 'eavenly, like madame"
Miss Copperfeld retired. Early the
next morning a tap came on Der door. 1t
was her neighbor, with her plates well |
washed and her bottle reflled He had
come to overflow with gratitude. He de-
clared that he should have expired but |
for her most amiable conduct, her de- |
lghtful mustard-plaster, and he ended |
by a narrative of his own life, his fallen
fortunes, and how he came to peddle |
pipes.
"I say to myself, what mattair we're no
one knows me?" he said. 'Still mad
anne am a gentleman zat 1 would ave
you know"
Il am sure of it." said Miss Copper
field.
Her guest departed Miss Copperfeld
sat thinking. What handsome eyes he
had What nice nose How roman
tic to fall from the aristocracy to pipes
How he had looked at her All, Miss
Copperfeld, who had held herself too
aristocratic for every suitor of her youth
found herself blushing.
That evening her neighbOr called
again. He brought with him an offer
ing, an ivory nut thimble, in a case
shaped like an acorn.
Shortly, a sort of scandal spread
through the neighborhood. The pedler,
the vulgar pedler, called on Miss Copper
field! He took tea with her on Sunday
afternoon Could such things be?
The family heard of it. 1t called in its
coach, with its red cockaded footmen it
assembled the stops It seated itself in
her parlor. 1t was largely represented.
Two stout ladies, two thin gentlemen,
and very old lady, with face like
crumpled parchment.
They filled Miss C)pperfelds chintz-
covered room to overfowing. They occu-
pied all the chairs, while she perched on
the small round stool before the Upright
piano, and they addressed her.
"Cornelia, said the old lady. Eve
hear frightful news of you that you are
visited by a cigar pedler!'
He isn't cigar pedler, replied Cor
nelia Hes Monsieur Blanc. He sells
pipes, aunty."
"This is fippant said the old lady.
"a pedlerl We call to remonstrate."
I'VE hear you are engaged to him, 4"
said stout lady number one.
"And we call to warn you" said stout
lady number two.
Dismiss him at once, said the thin
nest gentleman, "or we discard you"
"And disown you, said the other thin
gentleman, "since you. have forgotten
you are a Copperfeld.
'I was so lonely" she sobbed "You
never even invite me to tea, and he's a
"a gentleman.
1--WE say no more" replied the old
lady. "Yes or no. Will you dismiss
himP'' And she looked an anathema
maranatha.
Miss Cornelia could not endure the ex-
communication. She said "Yes." The
family then arose and departed. She
was left alone. For an hour she bathed
her poOdle's head with her tears. Then
she heard knock at the door, and arose
to open it. Monsieur Blanc appeared.
"Again I arrive myself, my angel !"
he remarked.
"Oh, you must go! You must never
come again p sighed poor Cornelia 81
have promised my family"
"Ah, re family!" cried Monsieur
Blanc. "Aristocrats. But, bah ! never
mind, mademoiselle. I adore you.
"Oh !" sighed Miss Copperfeld.
"Let us fly !" said monsieur. Let
us go -somevere-avay. We will be
Apply. All. bah zat family! Zspeopl'
of ze court so aristo 'r;,tique. Come vc
will fly. Marry me to-day"
He kissed her. Neither Of them wer,
very old or ugly, and that which ha(
never happened to Cornelia before hap
pened theD-she fell desperately in love
on the spot.
"I don't care for one of them, she
said II will marry you"
early next morning (he had the license
i'll his pocket" the artfull'0 tSO figures
stole out of the court arm in arm. They
were those of Monsieur Blanc and Miss
Copperfield. They were we'd.
Shortly after the first excitement of thu
elopement had ceased to thrill the court
a person duly authorized bore away thu
furniture of No. ., and sold the house
! aud no one of the genteel occupants eve
saw Miss Copperfeld again.
The family disowned her. and the oil,
I aunt was very Particular that COrnelia'
: name should never be mentioned in he
hearing Ard indeed Cornelia woul,
not face these outraged beings for tn
world.
In little house over a small shOl
: where pipes of all sorts were sold, sh
- lived with her husband. She grew quit
pOrtly, and never was so gay in her life
" Together they walked in the Park o
: sunny Sundays, or went to the cheal
seats of places of amusement where the
l. had much ado to hear or see anything
and they had nice indigestible little sup
II pers at ten or eleven o'clock.
+ Whether she died happily or still live
in hopes of rivnlling Mrs Rooney
grandfather, by seeing her hundred an
T. second birthday, we know not but W
y 10 know that for long time her stor
IL remained fearful legend in Copperfel
u Court
WHY SHE WAS LOVED.