New Ulm weekly review., 1886-12-01
CYRILLA AIMS ROMANCE.


CYRILLA AIMS ROMANCE.
Demorest's Monthly.
"Cyrilla Ann"
eyes, ma am.''
Them windows must be cleaned to-
day, and this mornin', too; I'm fairly
ashamed OF EN-; they're so dirty l
kin scarcely see through 'em. They
had orter been done last week.
Cyrilla; Ann sighed when she thought
OF all that had been done s'last week."
and the greater, much the greater
part, by her own poor little hands,
which still bore the marks Of
many cuts, burns, scratches and
bruises in testimony thereof. The
carpets had been taken up, shaken
and laid again; the dining room and
parlor stoves taken down carried to
the garnet, walls washed, furniture
polished clothes closets rid OF every
thing pertaining to cold weather and
filled with things pertaining to warm,
and with all the rest the regular work
OF the house had gone on much the
same as usual-cooking, washing,
ironing, sweeping, dustlng, scrubbing,
&c, &C., &c.
Why, Cyrilla Ann had not laid her
head on her pillow a single night ofthe
six before IL or IL o'clock although
that same head had to be off the pill
low at half past 5 sharp every morn
ing.
The parlor windows could MT have
been squeezed into last weeks doings,
NO matter what Mrs. Feeze choose to
think and say about it. And now the
weather had turned SO very cold. An
icy wave, maliciously left behind by
gruf old winter to vex his successor,
and which had been prophesied for
several days, had come atlast in ear.
nest, and Cyrilla Ann dreaded those
windows. They were long and wide,
and she would be Obliged to stand on
the old-fashioned balcony-the house
was a corner one and fully exposed to
the extremely windy spring winds-to
do the outside of thena.s
Poor girl! | can't imagine how she
got through all the work Of the Feeze
hold-which was one of those
exacting ones which demand more la.
Dor than many twice their size-for
she was small body, and did not
look very strong. But it was easy to
tell by the expression of her mouth
when she closed it firmly, as she often
did, that what Cyrilla Ann lacked in
strength she madeup in crit, and when
she had determined todo thing she'd
do it or die in the attempt. Besides
this firm mouth, Cyrilla Ann had %
pair OF soft, gray eyes, with long,
dark, arched eyebrows, 81 nose
well, somewhat puggy, but not
at all unattractively so, and a dimple
in her round chin for which many a
millionairess would have parted with
untold gold. This dimple was the
source OF the greatest vexation to her
mistress, Mrs Feeze. That estimable
woman had no dimples, nor soft, gray
eyes, nor long, silken lashes, nor arch
ed eyebrows, nor funny little pug nose.
Her eyes were cold, light blue. Her
lashes were short and scanty, and she
didn't have a sign of an eyebrow when
she forgot to make them with a cray
on. Her nose was long and thin. So
was her chin. And her mouth was
one 'of those straight lipless ones
that seldom, if ever, open, to
say anything pleasant. Cyrilla Ann:s
dimple was the last straw that broke
the camel's back with Mrs. Feeze.
She could by trying hard, endure in
silence whatever other claims the girl
had to prettiness, but the dimple was
too much. eff | was gal and had
stitch a ridiculous hole as that in my
chin, I'd fill it up with putty if couldn't
get rid of it no other way" she'd saw,
when she couldn't find anything to
scold about. And then Cyrilla Ann
for the Life OF her couldn't help small
ing, and the dimple would grow deep
er than ever, and Mrs. Feeze would
turn away with a toss Of the head
and a contemptuous sniff
Cyrilla Ann was an orphan. Mrs.
Feeze had taken her from the asylum
when she was only ten years old. Her
own daughter having married and left
her-and they Go say she was very
glad to go-she took Cyril!a Ann s'to
fill the place left vacant in her heart
and home" But heaven save the
mark! II all orphan girls taken to fill
hearts and homes have to work as
hard and get as little for it as Cyrilla
Ann, they'd much prefer, I am certain,
to be hired AS servants at regular
wages.
"Well, to go back to the parlor win
dows. Have 'em done by the time /
get home from markit. You've moth
ing else to do but scour the knives,
ard bring up coal, and sift the ashes,
and scrub the Kitchen, and bake pan
OF biscuit" said Mrs. Feeze. And hav-
ing already donned cloak and bonnet,
she drew on her wooden mittens and
departed.
''rll 60 at them right away, and
then they'll be off my mind," declared
Cyrilia Ann, as she heard the street
door close. And in a moment more
upstairs she went, carrying a pail of
water, some soft, white cloths and an
old newspaper, and going into the