Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1886-04-30

when he saw only her sisters? That
Ishe had not cared to come that his
wishes were nothing to her-that she
meant only teasing and fun, and
nothing else. And all that after all
his kindness to her, tsthe little Faerie
Queene," as he had once called her at
q Christmas party =...., Z. d.
"Oh, it is too hardl It is bitterly
hardp sobbed the poor child. And
though she was not imaginative, at
least not moro than other happy
young girls, dim, shadow feeling
came over her that ii. was Just some
such cross accident a. this that had
spoiled many an innocent young life,
marring it's fair beginnings and
tangling it's golden threads. "And I
should not have minded should not
be halfso miserable if I had not leased
him so much, and made him look sad"
finished Nab, in q little outburst of de-
spair. - I
And any one who knew Ned Beau
champs character would have be-
lieved she had cause for her fears. The
young man had already gone away,
sadly telling himself that Nab did not
care for him in the least; that he had
| laid his honest heart at her feet only
to have it trampled upon.
eff she does not come, I shall know
| what to think" he had said to him
self, rather bitterly, when she had bid
den him a laughing goodby. But in
all this be wronged her, for Nab was
as true and faithful q little soul as
ever breathed.
Mabel thought her ill-Iuck had
reached its climax when her Uncle
! Powell was announced.
None of the girls cared for their Tn
Gle Powell's visits. lie was not OK
| cessively rich, like their Aunt Selma,
from whom they had goodly expecta-
| tlons, so no one expected them to keep
him in a good humor; and though he
was Mr.. Templeton's half-brother, no
two men could be more unlike. He
was a small, wiry man, with precise,
methodical voice and manner that was
somewhat dry and caustic, and which
did not inspire his young relations
| with much affection, though they GER
tainly had no reason to dislike him,
| for he was good to them in his own
way and according to his Liz hts. Like
many other elderly people, his heart
was great deal softer than his words.
He looked at Nab rather sharply as
he entered-the little girls red eyes and
pale cheeks did not escape him-but
he asked no questions, leaving NAB to
explain rather lamely the reason for
her solitude.
$50 they have left you all alone, he
remarked, CURLY. "That is rather
dull at your age, eh? Do you mean to
allow yourself any dinner, Miss House.
keeper, and do you think you could
spare me g. little?-for 1 have been
about town all day, and am almost
famshed."
| Nab replied, q reluctantly, that
she would go and see. Oh, yes, she
was sure there was enough for both
Pauline was never stingy in her men,
age. But as she accomplished her er-
rand, her conscience pricked her for
want OF ready hospitality.
! What If she were unhappy-other
people must have their dinners. Tn
Gle Powell was an old man
old, very old, quite fifty
FIVE, and he looked tired
and, in spite OF Violet's sarcasms
about his old-fashioned whiskers, and
the ridiculous cut OF his waistcoats, he
had always been kind to her, bringing
her little presents, and showing her
little attentions. He would do it
rather awkwardly, and his voice
would be little gruff; but, after all, it
is not every one who has O. pleasant
manner.
These reflections were so salutary
that Nab tripped upstairs, bathed
her aching head with eau-de-cologne
put ON her fresh white gown, though
she had only an old uncle tor her WIS.,
avis, and putting away her sad
thoughts with q brave effort, set her.
self to entertain the unwelcome guest.
| Now, the dinner was very good, and
Mr.. Templeton's claret was excellent,
and Nab made the prettiest little
hostess possible, in spite OF those tell
tale traces on her eyelids; and, as the
soft, childish eyes raised themselves
| to his face with that pathetic, panied
look in them, something seemed to
tug at Uncle Powelps heart-strings.
You We're not quite happy my dear
little girl?'' he said at last, in the
kindest possible voice. -.""Tell me all
about it Nab"
And then, with some difficulty, he
drew the whole story from her; only,
Of course, the Beauchamp part was
suppressed, for there are some things
that cannot be told even to the kind
est uncle. - s.yes r. 'rsss&.>
The summer twilight was stealing
through the room, and Uncle Powell's
face was in shadow as he listened to
MAIDS artless narrative. When she
had finished-and he had not inter.
rupted her by single murmer--he
seemed to be revolving the whole mat
ter carefully in his mind, for it was
some minutes before he gave vent to
his thoughts. $50 AL
Hump! just like you Aunt Selma!
A selfish, worldly woman-as l always
told Ralph. And pray what harm
would it have done her to have taken
you as we'll? I'll be bound Pauline
and Violet backed her up in her sell
fishness- girls are so inconsiderate. I
hate such stuck up doings."
Nab began to cry.
ssNever mind Nab! You shall not
spoil your pretty eyes while you have
your uncle to protect you. You have
been good girl this evening, and you
shall not lose your treat. We will do
them finely, Nab, and Owen shall help
| US. They are at the Rand olph, you
say?--Very well, ] will telegraph for
rooms at the Mitre. You just 60 and
pack up your fneries, and we will 90
down by the same train tomorrow =
Uncle! oh, Uncle Nab could hard
| II bring out the exclamation, she was
lso breathless. Oh, Uncle, what do
tyoa meant =t.5.. VI . s..
81 mean just what I say, and say
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